Yikes, it’s been a while. Sorry.
Things I’ll try and write about this week:
1) we have a new kitchen.
2) I’m kinda running again. I think.
3) My kids haven’t killed me in my sleep.

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Yikes, it’s been a while. Sorry.
Things I’ll try and write about this week:
1) we have a new kitchen.
2) I’m kinda running again. I think.
3) My kids haven’t killed me in my sleep.
So there’s a little excitement in our town because the local TV station may be dropped from Direct TV’s channel lineup. The satellite co says we’ll still get a similar station from a town only 100 miles away.
If that’s “local” I’m glad I don’t have to walk over and borrow a cup of sugar.
That’s not even the best part, the best part is we need a “free upgrade” of our equipment to keep getting a signal. But then we’ll get to lease all the new equipment - everything in the house right now is mine. If I want to throw it in the street tomorrow and run it over with a truck, nobody would care. And the upgrade means I’ll lose my beloved Tivos - season pass and all.
They haven’t said (yet) how much it will cost to lease the new equipment that won’t get my local channel that I’m kinda fond of. I’ve got to decide if it’s worth over $100 a month just to be sure we can get Sponge Bob and the Wiggles.
So we’re at Ikea. We shop for two hours in the midst of engineering and design innovation - things that open and close smoothly, interesting finishes, neat designs.
I had to visit the restroom, and guess what? The same boring metal stalls that are in a million restaurants and truck stops. And it was too small, so I had a stainless toilet paper holder digging into my hip while I tried to go.
But they did have a Dyson hand dryer, that was pretty awesome.
Later that day, we’re at a shopping center that has a sign that says “come see our sparkling clean restrooms.” Guess what? They were sparkling, and clean.
Sorry, I don’t have pictures of any of this stuff. Maybe next time.
The balloon family are in bed, during the night there’s a thunder storm and the baby balloon is scared so he goes to his parents room and tries to squeeze in their bed.
It’s tiny so he lets some air out of his dad but still can’t get in so he lets some air out of his mum but he still can’t get in.
Desperate needs, he lets a lot of air out of himself and then fits in.
In the morning his dad is furious.
He says “Son you’ve let me down, you’ve let your Mum down, but most of all, you’ve let yourself down”.
There’s not much to say. Lately.
We aren’t sick (flu or otherwise). Working. Finishing spring sports and spring semester.
I’m probably the most boring person on the planet.
I’d love to tell you about our summer vacation plans, but it looks like we blew any extra money we had on surgery for the dog. The dog is fine, we think. Still wearing a stoopid cone collar and crashing into things, but otherwise fine.
I have been for a few runs lately, which is good cheap fun.
I’m looking forward to some summer movies, but trying not to get too excited, lest they disappoint.