The Hubster’s Other Wife*
Nearly every Sunday at church in my little geriatric ward I catch people doing double takes when they see me to make sure that the Hubster isn’t coming to church with a new woman. A few times I’ve even had the Bishop squint at me from the stand to see who it was that the Hubster had brought to church that day wondering where I was, only to realize that it was me when he saw me standing in the foyer after the meeting. There is one man in particular who is only just now starting to recognize me on a regular basis, after only 3 years. haha!! I think…
Over the past few months I’ve really started to enjoy writing in my blog. Every time I think of something I’d like to write about I make a mental note and add it to a list of potential titles that I keep for when I need a little inspiration. I always think of the FUNNIEST things to write about when I’m away from my computer and have always forgotten them by the time I get home. *sigh* The Hubster has been great at helping me come up with things to write about. I guess you could call him my creative adviser. :) He helps me write / remember details of…
As of 10:36am this morning… WE HAVE HOT WATER!! It’s a miracle. They actually fixed it on time. Please please let this be foreshadowing of a good summer for water mishaps… haha Shop Girl*
Hot Water? What Hot Water?
I called in sick to work this morning. However, I’m not actually sick. Would you like to know why I called in sick when I am not sick? Oh, I bet you do!! Are you ready for it??? …the no hot water saga has begun again. WOOOOOOO!! Last summer we marked a record high of days without hot water or any water at all in our apartment building. Isn’t that wonderful???? (**note: please read that last sentence with heavy sarcasm) It’s nice to have the morning off as it’s been a longish week, but not being able to shower makes me feel gross. As of right now the hot water…
Bus Driver Buddies*
This may sound odd to some of you, but I have some bus driver buddies. I have always been polite to bus drivers / transit workers, but after living in the city, there weren’t really opportunities to chat with drivers as a) the buses were so packed that it wasn’t possible, b) the drivers simply weren’t very pleasant, or c) because transit was wonnnnnderful in the city, you were rarely on one bus for very long before switching or reaching your destination. Now that I’m in my sleepy little Senior’s City where the buses only run every 40 minutes and you see the same bus driver every day, we’ve become…