All I needed was the mice ...
Last night I felt quite a bit like Cinderella. Jordan and Tami had asked my step-dad and mother if they would like to go to the Keb 'Mo concert with them. As quaint (sp?) as it is for my mother to go on a double date with her step-son and her husband's "adopted" daughter (a couple that she does NOT agree with, nor do I) she wasn't that eager to go, especially since we had agreed to paint my new bedroom in the new house with primer and also to finish the wood work painting yesterday. To convincemy mom to go, Jan asked her how long it has been since they spent time together (last weekend) and offered the solution that they could go to the Festival and I could paint the room by myself. Cinderella? I think so.
I failed to mention that Keb 'Mo is one of my favorite blues artists, and that I probably listen to him five time more than anyone else in that group.
It seems that not being one of Jan's chosen children (probably because I am partly his child by marriage instead of birth or choice) has screwed me over again.
While I was painting my room, I realized that I was too short for some areas. So I drove out to Bonnie's to borrow a step-ladder. When I returned, I realized that only one of the two keys made for the two doors that I had locked worked. I then proceeded to break into my house, which resulted in me pushing open a window in the kitchen, then using the recently borrowed step-ladder to give me a boost as I almost fell into the sink. The window barely opened wide enough for me to be able to slip through ... I am SO glad that I lost some weight.
I must go to work now.
(I am a country girl now, with over 12 acres and three horses, a llama, and a mule hanging out on some of it.)
I failed to mention that Keb 'Mo is one of my favorite blues artists, and that I probably listen to him five time more than anyone else in that group.
It seems that not being one of Jan's chosen children (probably because I am partly his child by marriage instead of birth or choice) has screwed me over again.
While I was painting my room, I realized that I was too short for some areas. So I drove out to Bonnie's to borrow a step-ladder. When I returned, I realized that only one of the two keys made for the two doors that I had locked worked. I then proceeded to break into my house, which resulted in me pushing open a window in the kitchen, then using the recently borrowed step-ladder to give me a boost as I almost fell into the sink. The window barely opened wide enough for me to be able to slip through ... I am SO glad that I lost some weight.
I must go to work now.
(I am a country girl now, with over 12 acres and three horses, a llama, and a mule hanging out on some of it.)