My Friday Morning

So after almost three weeks of no kitchen sink*, the technico finally comes to repair it. He is Cuban and has a speech impediment. I am sure what he is speaking can not be spanish. I do a lot of gaping and nodding. I sure hope what he's saying is "Fix this up in a jiffy ma'am!" But I know it's much more ominous than that. The part I did catch was that he is stopping at 1 and will come back later. He arrived at 12:30. Welcome to Spain.


*This is the worst. There is nothing worse than doing dishes in the bathtub. At least not that I've experienced in my life. Although maybe I should live in the slums of Mumbai so I can learn not to freak out when peices of scrambled egg are near my washcloth.

In other news, life is good. I can't complain. Except I have to go yell at our cat now. She is attacking my gym bag. What is it with cats being bitches?? I mean I like them but they can be such brats.When I get a dog (this is happening) I'm also going to get a cat. The dog will be the best behaved dog ever and the cat will be a cat. And then I will train the dog to look up at me and shake its head disapprovingly when the cat is doing a dumb cat thing. And then we will laugh.

I should probably get out more. Otherwise it is very clear how my future will play out. Pets, Muffins, Quilts, Homemade potpourri. Sooo busy!

Ok I need to run. I decided to switch the buttons on my blazer and the crafts store closes at 2:00!