I keep wanting to get on and post something, but every time I think I'll try, I can't think of anything to post about! Life has been fairly boring around here lately. The kids and I get up, eat breakfast, hang out all morning, eat lunch, Thomas takes a nap while Zaylee and I hang out more, Thomas wakes up, Jeff gets home, we eat dinner, the kids go to bed, we hang out some more, and then go to bed and that's the end of the day. Not much to blog about. But it always kind of bugs me to leave an unpleasant post at the very top for long. I don't like being reminded of that lovely middle-of-the-night bout of neighborly illness every time I log on.

So, here I am, blogging about nothing. Let me see if I can think of something to write....


My hand smells like cheese. We had homemade pizza for dinner and now my hand smells like cheese. While I was pressing out the dough for the crust, Zaylee said, "Oh, you're making pizza!" It warmed my heart to know that we make our own pizza often enough for Zaylee to be able to recognize when I'm doing it.

She also recognizes when I'm making cookies.


Hmm. What else can I blog about? There are dishes piled up in the sink. You know, I'm not entirely convinced that we do dishes more often now that we have a dishwasher than we did before. It's still an inconvenience - the dishwasher is weak so all the dishes have to be rinsed well before being put in. And when the door to the washer is open, I have to stand around it and lean uncomfortably to the side in order to rinse the dishes in the sink. So I put forth about the same amount of effort and experience more physical discomfort using the dishwasher than I did washing by hand. So why do I keep using the dishwasher? Because it's there. We have it, so I have to use it. Silly, I know, but there you have it.


And there you have my completely pointless post that I wrote simply because I had nothing better to do (well, nothing except doing the dishes. But I already explained why I don't want to do that).