☆ I did ten loads of laundry yesterday. That is NOT hyperbole. In those ten loads, I fished out both the boys' wallets, seventy-two cents, several candy wrappers, one empty ziploc baggie and a lego. In one of those loads, I washed (and halfway dried) the core of a pear. I'm planning a talk with the kids about emptying their pockets before they put their jeans in the laundry.
☆ Sometimes I find it difficult to be around people. The annoyance factor is pretty high. And sometime I lack the control to monitor what comes out of my mouth in response to them.
☆ I think I'm going to have to give up on NBC's Chuck. I haven't made it through ONE episode this year. I really liked it in the beginning, but now... Blah. In related news, if John Krasinski wasn't on The Office, I wouldn't be watching that, either. I am, however, looking forward to the rest of the season of Bones. And not just because of David Boreanaz. Okay, mostly because of David Boreanaz.
☆ There was live music at the restaurant in which we dined last night; I scandalized my ten year old with the lyrics to Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, and have since altered the lyrics to "...Baddest man in the whole DARN town." *sigh*
☆ My daffodils are in full bloom and my other bulbs (tulips irises, hyacinth) are emerging. I know some of you loathe it, but I adore Spring (I don't suffer from seasonal allergies, so that's a plus). I can wear lighter clothes, the flowers bloom and the grass turns green, and I don't have to worry about driving in the ice and snow. It's awesome. (And not awesome in the surfer, teenager, vernacular - I'm talking awesome in the Old Testament version of the definition. I mean AWESOME.)
☆ If you're going to hug someone, commit. Don't do affection halfway. If you don't want to commit to a hug, refrain. It's just that simple.
☆ And thus endeth Carrie's observations on life for Wednesday. Have a good one, all.