TIP OF THE DAY.

..The day started out typical...it's Jim's early day so we were up an hour earlier then usual... he took a shower last night so he wouldn't have to get up early to take one...I got up first, turned on the radio, started the coffee, and went about starting the day...Jim got up a few minutes later ...told him I was gonna take a shower..went in the bathroom, got clean clothes out etc, then I went to turn the water on...sigh...when you take the shower head off it's hook, and then hang it back up always ALWAYS make sure it's not facing the shower door...I let out a yelp...Jim comes in and looks at me...you alright?...I glared at him...he said 'ya know..you really ought to take your clothes off before you get in the shower...you're all wet.....I admire my self control.....

Sweep and Mop...That's all I wanted to do!

SWEEP AND MOP...THAT'S ALL I WANTED TO DO.... Ahhh...sweep and mop the floor day...can't find the cleaning fairy so decided to tackle that bad boy by myself...started sweeping, had the radio on, dancing with the broom and my crutches of course singing at the top of my lungs and enjoying myself as much as you can while sweeping...started to sweep under the island...huh..why won't that scrap of paper move? So of course like when you vacuum I continue to attempt to sweep it rather then bend down and just pick the darn thing up...sweep sweep sweep...ok fine...I'll pick it up...as I bent down...WHAMMO! Hit my head on the island...ok this piece of paper is now the bane of my existence ...as I just klunked my head on the island bending down to get it...ice the bump, and go back to that stupid little scrap of paper...bent down again..this time carefully so as to NOT knock myself out...sigh...the bottom shelf on the island is slatted...it was a tiny little ray of sun making a sunbeam coming from the kitchen window...NOT a scrap of paper...will be making an appointment to see the eye doctor very soon! I just wanted to sweep and mop....that's all...

Conversations with Jim...

Me. Jim, I think our new neighbor, Sam, thinks I'm crazy. Jim...what makes you say that? Me. Well...he couldn't stop laughing when he saw me dancing around trying to get the lizard off my leg. Jim...well..look at the bright side Me. Bright side? Jim...yeah, in 3 months He'll KNOW you're crazy!