Jun 09, 2006 20:24
I was cleaning the kitchen, and when I saw that the strainer wasn't in the sink drain, I put it in.
Tom always insisted that the side with the disposal was supposed to have the strainer. He would move it over; we would move it back. Day in and day out since he was old enough to reach the sink.
I put it in the drain. It will stay there now. 8 O
In other news, James' toes are no worse. He's still insisting they all hurt, but there's still only the one that's markedly swollen. He and I are staying home tonight, but I think we'll go up to Twig in the morning.
I'm tired now . . .