Day 1, no Charlie
Charlie left on his hunting trip yesterday, already I've stepped into action. Time to reclaim my house.
So far I have:
So far I have:
- taken all of his junk out of the junk drawer. It's my kitchen, that drawer is supposed to be for tin foil and stuff.
- taken a bunch of his junk out of my pantry and put it in the furnace room. It's a pantry!! Not a junk storage.
- Begun organizing the furnace room.
Will he be happy that I've done this? I doubt it. Do I care, not in the least. LOL
5 reasons why I miss Charlie:
- He always wakes me up in the morning. Today, I woke up 2 hours early and got ready for work, including getting my kids up and ready as well. It was 6:00 when I finally noticed the time.
- Every morning he says "Gee your hair smells terrific". (Not positive, but I think that was a line in a shampoo commercial or something.)
- He listens to me gripe and complain and never holds it against me.
- The propane guy is coming today to fill the tank and pressure check the lines. I don't like dealing with that kind of stuff.
- He always tells me the house looks nice when I've spent time cleaning it.
5 reasons why I don't miss Charlie:
- Paper towels all over the counter from where he made a sandwich. He will not let his bread sit directly on the counter, yet he will not throw the paper towel in the trash either.
- Paper towels shredded up in the washer/dryer. He never cleans out his pockets before he does a load of laundry.
- His friends standing around drinking beer in my driveway. They need a life of their own!!!
- No beard hair in the sink.
- When I look for something, I can actually find it.
3 Comments:
LOL, does Charlie read your blog? I've got the feeling the answer is no. ;-)
Trée, I've tried a million times to get him to read it. He's just not interested. LOL
I know the feeling. Strangers that I will never meet know me better from my blog than those I see everyday. I know they spend time on the internet yet they show no desire to see what I'm posting or to ever leave a comment. Kinda sad in a way. My blog is a part of who I am, a place where I share things that are only shared there. My blog shows sides of me someone might never see otherwise. Yet, so many have no desire to even look at it. Sometimes I wonder if that means they have no desire to know me better or share a part of my life that brings me so much joy. Mmm . . .
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