Friday, February 27, 2009
Noted this past week:
I have never put my gloves in the glove compartment of a car.
When I use mouthwash, my nose gets runny.
Being a mother means having your heart in many different places.
There are days I can walk by the empty beer cases in the laundry room and ignore them.
If I had to choose between television or music, the choice would be music. No hesitation.
I am capable of living with an ominous dripping sound in the north wall of my house and doing nothing about it. (For now.)
The fashion maxim that states get rid of clothes you haven’t worn in over a year? I’m incapable of doing that. (Snuck a sweater out of the bag for Goodwill.)
The word “no” – both in my vocabulary and actions – has increased in usage.
I will tell a perfect stranger they have the size tag still attached to the back of their jeans. (I wish people would return the favour.)