My mom came down yesterday to spend the day with her girls. I promptly put her to work in my little storage room. We did a whole lot of organizational stuff, which is something she's also really good at. I have so much free space in there! The only ones of you who have actually seen this room, besides M, is Carrie and Mike. It was so cluttered in there when they were here that you actually could not walk into the room. (Part of that was just shoving things we didn't know what to do with in there while cleaning, I must confess.) They are probably shaking their heads in skepticism now but really. The floor is completely clear and there is bare shelf space. M installed a new shelf for me on Sunday, and will install another one when we time for it. It's lovely! Also, it's lovely to be married to someone as handy as he is. :) Now if only my handy husband model came with the "enough free time" upgrade, we'd be in business.
My husband is funny. He is playing a stupid computer game and he just went into a five minute rant about how the controls are the worst controls he has ever seen on a computer game ever. He has seen a lot of computer games. He has even played Final Fantasy 8! ;) (Nerd joke about bad controls. I thought that one was pretty awful myself.) He was complaining about how the controls made it actually impossible to finish the mission. Ten minutes later, I look over and what is he doing? Still playing the impossible-to-win, un-fun bad controls game. He has been trying to get his little dude to climb up a ravine by jumping from side to side for well longer than the amount of time it's taken me to write this paragraph. Give up, man! It isn't worth it! I think maybe I need to go stage an intervention..
My husband is funny. He is playing a stupid computer game and he just went into a five minute rant about how the controls are the worst controls he has ever seen on a computer game ever. He has seen a lot of computer games. He has even played Final Fantasy 8! ;) (Nerd joke about bad controls. I thought that one was pretty awful myself.) He was complaining about how the controls made it actually impossible to finish the mission. Ten minutes later, I look over and what is he doing? Still playing the impossible-to-win, un-fun bad controls game. He has been trying to get his little dude to climb up a ravine by jumping from side to side for well longer than the amount of time it's taken me to write this paragraph. Give up, man! It isn't worth it! I think maybe I need to go stage an intervention..