Good news: I was ahead of schedule getting the four big kids out the door to school today so I had time to cut some roses in my backyard (the first of the season!)
Bad news: I was so busy arranging roses that I got the babies to school kind of late.
Good news: Mister found a charger this morning for my old, old cell phone so I can use that instead of having to buy a new one. I’m holding out for an iphone til the new ones come out in June (I murdered my current cell phone last week and have been using India’s. She is not too pleased.)
Bad news: The phone is locked and all attempts to unlock it myself have failed.
Good news: I found a guy down the street who will unlock it for cheap.
Bad news: I went to drop the phone off and the guy wasn’t in yet. Even though he said he would be. So I went home. And ran out of gas on the way.
Good news: I ran out of gas near our orthodontist’s office. Miss Sandra, the sweet-as-sugar receptionist, was there. She told me I could wait there for somebody to come and get me.
Bad news: My cell phone is non-functional, remember, and I haven’t memorized anybody’s phone numbers.
Good news: Miss Sandra offered to take me home to fetch a gas can.
Bad news: I couldn’t find the gas can. But I dug around in the shed until I found a different one. Meanwhile my mother (who is visiting and needed more eggs right that second) lectured me about needing to carry a cell phone. No duh, lady! I only wish I could get one to work.
Good news: After I got my car filled up with gas I went home to strip the paint off an old dresser I bought at a flea market for Adelaide. I’ve been very excited to start this project.
Bad news: There are about five layers of paint on this sucker and it’s going to take me a long, long, long time to get it ready to be repainted. I should have just patched up the chips on it and skipped the refinishing.
Good news: It’s going to be super cute. It would even be cuter if I could paint the other furniture in the girls’ room to match.
Bad news: It’s Mister’s old furniture from when he was growing up. He nearly fainted when I suggested that I paint it. (“They’re antiques!” he said, giving me this look like I’m a total dummy. Uh, they’re from the 60’s. That’s barely even vintage.)
Good news: He always says no first and then usually changes his mind.