I almost lose it at the last part with the child soldiers. This brilliant ad convinced me to finally write a letter for amnesty international. But then I lost the letter and I think it probably ended up in the recycling pile.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Posted by Jamie at 8:48 PM
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Kyle and I have an understanding about certain tasks that need to be done around the house. For example, because putting sheets on the bed makes me want to poke my eyes out, Kyle has agreed to do that job. And I put the clean dishes away to spare Kyle the frustration of handling the dishes that he swears must have been loaded into the dishwasher by a blind monkey.
But organizing and dropping off the recycling is something that we both hate equally and nobody is willing to take one for the team when it comes to this household task. Consequently, a massive pile of junk piles up until we can no longer close the pantry door and our food becomes nearly inaccessible. Any time we want some mini wheats or Kahlua (or both), we have to take the risk of being swept across the kitchen floor in an avalanche of refuse. We've learned to remain calm, swim with the flow of recyclables and try to grab onto the fridge door handle if we can.
Even though we do have a serious recycling problem, our habit of letting the stuff accumulate did save me from some marital strife last March when we were doing our taxes. After having searched the house high and low for an important letter from my bank, I came to the agonizing conclusion that I had to dig through our mountain of recycling. It was no small task but thankfully, just as Kyle was preparing to give me a flying head-butt, I produced the tax form from the bottom of one of the bins. Hooray! It took me ages to shove everything back into the pantry but we did get our taxes in on time.
Who knows what treasures are hidden down there this time?
Posted by Jamie at 9:22 PM
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Me: "Oh Chaz, come here. You're so cute. Let's snuggle."
I lay down on the floor beside the dog and start scratching his head.
Kyle: "You want to snuggle with that grubber?"
Chaz looks at me blankly, gets up, and walks away, leaving me alone on the cold floor.
Kyle: "I was talking to the dog."
I get off the floor and chase Kyle down the hall.
Posted by Jamie at 5:49 PM
Friday, August 3, 2007
"I don't know. We could take her to an emergency clinic. But I'm afraid to pick her up. I might hurt her."
Posted by Jamie at 8:16 AM