Don’t answer that. It does. Bad. Without going into the gory details, our chimney got a good scrubbing today by yours truly. Have I mentioned that I’m missing my husband? 4.5 hours later, I’m certain of only two things. 1. I did that right. Painfully so. 2. My talents lie elsewhere.
To the dear neighbors, don’t fret over the flaming bucket in the driveway. I meant to do that. Sort of.
It’s been a long day. We’re getting snow today. This morning’s venture into chimney cleaning resulted in a late afternoon trip to the grocery store. It’s snowing. Do people really let themselves get so low on groceries that they all need to swarm Aldi before a snowstorm just as I’m finally arriving, trying to get a week’s worth of groceries with five children? I’d planned to go in the morning, but my plans were thwarted. It went as well as herding cats can be expected, I suppose. If you were trying to herd cats in and around a cattle stampede.
For the record, I bought neither milk nor bread.