Naming my broke-ass washing machine “Husband.” I guess I am easily amused.
Miscalculating my word count goal because I can’t freaking add numbers the first two times on three hours of sleep. Note to self: use a calculator from now on.
Hammering my own steps. Again. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy being able to do these simple repairs? The skills I am learning will come in handy when I build my own small cottage. You think I am joking don’t you? I’m not.
Finishing up all those “found” towels–four loads over the past two days.
Putting the last half-load of kid laundry from the Great Clean Up into the washing machine. Why were two of my missing socks in with their stuff? Little sock-thieves, I say!
Actually meeting my word count.
My own cleverness.
Looking at Father’s Day cards. If you know me, you realize that sentence was a book in five words. And yes, I bought one.
Prepping a huge fruit salad with my daughter–she volunteered to help.
Finishing my own Japa Mala. My turning bead is actually three coordinating beads hanging in a tail off the main loop. It’s what I could find that would accommodate both cord ends.