Friday, January 29, 2010

How to conjugate an irregular verb en Francais...

Is is just me or are the days getting shorter? Or am I getting older? DON'T answer that. I can remember time passing like molasses when I was kid. OH MY GOD I'M SO BORED! Then my mother, channeling all mothers would say "only boring people are bored". Which I think is true for grownups, but I'm sure plenty of very interesting kids are bored out of their minds daily. Nipper's mother would tell him to "go run around the block". I took this advice to heart as a teenager, but really it was just an excuse to go to the other side of the block to sneak cigarettes. Charming.

Last week I bought a cute new hamper at the container store, that I didn't realize held TEN times the amount of dirty clothes as our old one. We've just been throwing our filth down the rabbit hole all week, and it never seemed to get full. When I finally hauled it downstairs this morning, because Nipper was threatening to dress Jack in some of my boyshorts and camisoles because of lack of clean laundry it weighed so much I'm pretty sure I sprained something.

I've been wanting to take a picture of and write about these flashlights since December but haven't been able to carve out the 7 minutes required to do so. They're made of beechwood, and they are so pretty! Meema and I found them in the sale room at Anthropologie. I think they were $7 down from $40. Yay!  Never mind that Jack loves flashlights because they are yet another thing he can "shoot" us with. Mother of the year... These I don't mind sitting out on the table because they're so pretty. I tracked down a website where you can buy them. It's called Areaware, and I found a million other pretty little things there.

For instance, who doesn't want a French conjugation chart on their wall? I'd love to put this up in the office once it's done, but I'm not sure if it'll fit. I'll need to find 4 minutes including the time it will take me to track down the tape measure in the heap that is now our back hallway. The remaining contents of the garage, and the entire contents of my sizable fabric/embroidery/wrapping/knitting/sewing/crafting/timesucking collection is either in the back hallway or stacked up in the breezeway outside the kitchen door. It looks like Sanford and Son moved in over the weekend. I only need about 20 minutes to finish painting. But now that I've started doing the laundry that I've been putting off all week, painting the floor around the washer is not really the most efficient use of my time. Although it would give me a good excuse to not finish the laundry and start thinking about how to remedy the still unpainted bathroom.

Ritalin anyone?

Madame Pappas taught us to sing this to the tune of "Hi Ho" from Snow White, but if you had junior high French this should jog your memory...

1 comment:

  1. maybe you should wallpaper the bathroom with the french chart - problem solved.