Random

I have nothing of import to say today, but then again, I rarely do. And now for everyone's favorite kind of post: Random minutiae of my everyday (homebody) life.

• Remember my weird psychiatrist? I thought of something else funny that she said. She told me I looked tired, and I had been feeling pretty good lately so I was surprised. I asked her what made me look tired, and she replied that it was my pale pallor. Um, has she seen my family? I guess that's obvious-no, she hasn't. I could bask in the sun all day long (though who would want to do that? So hot! Not to mention pesky skin cancer.) and still have no tan to show for it. And since when does being well-rested result in a darker hue? I've never woken up from a particularly good nap with a great tan, have you? I should know, I nap all the time. But then yesterday, a woman came up to me in Relief Society and told me that if it appeared she was staring at me, she was. (I have to sit in the from now for all to see me.) She said that she couldn't help but notice the last 2 weeks what "a beautiful peaches and cream complexion" I had, and that the pink sweater I was wearing was a beautiful color on me. Yeah! In your face Dr. Davis! Ha. Reminded me of the time a Dr. in Denver asked Timm and I if we suffered from allergies. When we told him no, he told us we had the "tell-tale shiners." Okay, I guess we do have allergies. Who are we to argue with the experts?
• I sent out some good mail on Friday. It is local, so I was anticipating the recipients getting it on Saturday. (part of the excitement.) No deal. Then I was bummed because it is a (state) holiday today and I figured I'd have to wait until Tuesday for them to get it. Then I was excited when I got mail today because I thought my recipients would too. No! They did not. U.S. Postal Service, why are you toying with me?
• I did however, get a little package from Denise that has already been dismantled and is not in a photographable state any longer. It had a note from her and Sarah (Complete with photos cut and pasted) and a cute notebook from Emily! Oh you know how I love a good notebook to alter in something even greater!
• Mondays are my (un)official recoup day. Every Monday I stay in lounge clothes and clean the house. Because there are only 3 of us, in all honesty our house doesn't get very dirty. (Lara, your comment about this cracked me up.) I am ever vigilant about picking up, so I instated a different kind of cleaning schedule. I alternate weeks of doing a really good, thorough cleaning, and a perfunctory one like I did today. Today I just dusted, wiped everything down, swept, vacuumed and mopped. No toilet or tub cleaning today. I like to spend my Mondays staying grody at home and preparing for the week ahead. In other words: don't count on me doing anything fun on Mondays. And if you drop by, just expect me in a ponytail, cleaning clothes, and no makeup. And possibly the odor of sweat mingled with cleaning products. This only presents a problem when I actually have money to spend and need to go to Pebbles for double-punch Monday. Sacrifices.
• My life is like a little musical that nobody would actually watch. I sing a little song about everything to Bella. The tunes are very simple, sometimes boring, and the lyrics are usually weird. I don't know why I do it, but I have a feeling I may stop once I have kids that are old enough to mock me and not be entertained. I would call my musical "Domestica."