Well, chicken pox has us quarantined for a while, so my day was pretty much uneventful. I didn’t even get a shower until like five o’clock. I tried to clean some, but the kids just undo everything two minutes after I do it. That stinks, but at least I vacuumed and did some laundry. Minus folding, that is. I will do that tomorrow. I don’t mind folding, but it’s a tricky process lately. I like to do it while Elijah is napping, because, otherwise, he likes to run right through the middle of my stacks of clothes, unfolding them. The problem with that is I can’t put their clothes away until he wakes up. So, usually, their clothes end up stacked in the floor longer than I intend to leave them there, and Elijah will sneak into my room and wreak havoc. I usually find him gleefully grabbing piles, and throwing them into the air. He thinks it’s great fun. So, anyway, folding the clean clothes and getting them put away is sometimes harder than it sounds.
I played guitar for a long time today. I should be much better than I am, seeing as how I’ve had my guitars for a couple years now. I still can only play a few simple songs and a handful of chords. It’s kind of depressing, but I’m hoping to take some lessons sometime soon. Even that is more complicated than it sounds, but I won’t go into that.
Two of the bright spots of my day were getting my Old Navy order in the mail, and also getting my monthly Zooba book, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. I started reading it tonight, and, so far, it is interesting, to say the least. I finished The Mommy Manual a couple of days ago, and I’m still working on Freakanomics. I got distracted from it when I got The Mommy Manual, and I haven’t got back into it yet.
I think that I forgot to mention that Baby Woof Woof has disappeared. He followed someone home one day a few months ago, after he saw them walking our road. We got him back that time. I don’t know if he has done something similar this time, or what. I don’t think he’s coming back, as he’s been gone for over a week now. He was such a strange dog. He wouldn’t let you pet him or anything, but he wanted to jump all over the kids. When they tried to play with him, though, he would run at least four or five steps away from them. We are just not very successful dog owners. I’m quite curious as to what happened to him, but I wasn’t really emotionally invested in him. I’m sure any of you animal lovers are writing me off as an evil person right now, but I’m just being honest. Anyway, I hope he’s okay, wherever he is. Just a thought, but I wonder if Mud Puppy had anything to do with his disappearance.
Tomorrow is pretty much more of the same, seeing as how I’m homebound. At least Big Brother comes on tomorrow night. I love that show. I am hopelessly addicted.
Have a good night everyone. I think I’m going to go wake Chris up, and make him go to bed. Yeah, I know that sounds weird. He fell asleep on the couch not long after he got home from work, this evening, so I have to wake him up to come to bed. I’m burning the midnight oil, tonight, but I think it’s time for me to give it up, too. So, goodnight!

****Only 24 more days until we go to the beach!