Does it look like Mark is saying “That’s what she said?” Or is it just me? |
Flowers! |
This is what happens when I ask them to look at me and smile. It does not go well. |
Antibiotics rock the party.
My husband told me that whoever drives the car primarily is responsible for it, as a result I can do everything but change my own oil. It is strangely liberating.
I would put on a hat until your hair appt. Car maintenance is clearly a blue job and the husband should not ask you to do it. Kids in the same class does sound like a problem.
Flowers look really nice. Hope you have a nice weekend.
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My feminism begins and ends with car maintenance issues. It’s not the car per se It’s that I leave the garage, the tire shop, the glass store, the lube…erm…place KNOWING that I have been talked down to. It drives me batty.
I have several privilege problems also. Like, my v key is giving me problems. Do you know how many times I just had to backtrack and fix the words ‘have’, ‘several’, ‘privilege’, and ‘giving’ by hammering the hell out of the v key? I’m trying to take more car responsibility, but it gives me severe anxiety.
School changes suck. However, I live in B.C. where everything changes far too rapidly. I have one child in grade Ten and one child in grade Six. We’ve been slammed with budget shrinkage for their whole school life. Split classes aren’t so bad.My son got to ‘read’ ahead, my daughter got to read at her own pace. To be honest, it is all about Teachers..and you will find out about the good ones in this crunch.
Sometimes it just seems like everything is a big problem. I am having one of those weeks myself.
I can’t imagine my boys in the same class…trouble! OY! I hope you got some rest and feel better! Have a great week!
I could draw it one a graph – the less sleep I get, the more irritable I get – it’s a perfect science. Hang in there and glad to hear your son is feeling better! I like the other commenter’s hat suggestion, too –
I would like to know more facts about a car than simply safe driving. My husband refuses to give me that previlage. He likes to get everything done and takes the car to the garage himself. I do envy ladies who are well versed about the machine.