In which I ramble on and don't say anything

Also known as pretty much what I do in all my blog posts.

My posting has been so sporadic lately due to major constraints on my time. And the fact that I can't think of anything worth saying. As evidenced by this post in particular.

J and I spent Monday and Tuesday at a planning retreat with friends we see once or twice (three times, if we're lucky!) a year. We enjoyed catching up with everyone as well as making plans for the summer leadership camp we for which we volunteer.

Once we got home, I realized that our local biannual children's consignment sale had snuck up on me once again. I hauled out the buckets of old spring and summer clothes and rifled through them a couple of weeks ago, but that's about as far as I got. So I ended up spending a large portion of Tuesday and Wednesday evening wearing off the fingerprints on my right thumb and index finger from repeated opening and closing of safety pins as I pinned outfits together and attached price tags.

I can now totally commit crimes that involve only the use of the pincher grasp on my right hand and never get caught.

I spent part of this evening at the-store-that-must-not-be-named (heretofore known as "The Store"), because it's such a blast to hang with three young children, two of whom have grown too large to be contained in the large part of the cart together, but still can't be trusted to walk beside the basket, in a discount store full of a million colorful and tempting items within arm's reach of said small children.

If I wanted to have any more fun, and that's a HUGE "if," I might do something like take all three of them to a hand=blown glass gallery. I'm sure nothing would break and my nerves would completely remain in tact. Just like when I go to The Store.

This weekend looks like it has a body shaping class in store for me first thing Saturday morning. Then, it's yard work and painting. That's assuming I still have mobility after the class.

We're painting Missy's room, which is currently sort of a radioactive turquoise. I'm sure it was a lovely shade to complement someone's nursery decor, but I personally prefer to avoid colors that remind me of a nuclear reaction. And we'll be christening a paint sprayer in the process to "save time." I'm pretty sure a blog post is going to come out of that somewhere, so stay tuned!