"Enjoy your life, 'cause the world is going to blow up!"
I'm watching semi-old SNL right now. It's not that funny though. You know what is funny? Myke putting together our new bookshelf. He's yelling and hurting himself. Very humourous. He's a great hubby though! If I was the one in charge of putting together the bookshelf it would end up broken and back at Target. That's the genius in me!
I had a nice afternoon/evening with my friend Hilary today. We got pedicures and went to dinner at Zov's. My toes have snowflakes on them now!
Christmas is coming and I'm not sure if I'm excited.
posted by Dayray @ 8:19 PM
3 Comments:
At 11:03 PM,
Myke said…
That bookshelf sucked! Let's do another, shall we?
At 9:35 AM,
Anonymous said…
I remember Dad putting together a wall unit from Ikea and one from Idomo. They are so HARD to do!! It took hours and hours. Good job, Myke for putting it together. Dara, I'm not technical either.
Love
Mom
At 3:50 PM,
Anonymous said…
Darling Dara: Your grandmother is so mechanically minded, that I once, many moons ago, got a sliver in my finger from changing a light bulb. What happened? A piece of metal at the end of the bulb was loose, and embedded itself into my finger. Subsequently, there was a severe infection, for which I required anti-biotics. I really felt small and stupid sitting in my doctor's office with people I would really call sickies. However, my doctor made me feel better by telling me that this sliver was no laughing matter, and without treatment, could have escalated into something much more serious.
And remember the computer desk from Wal-Mart that Papa and i bought for you? It was difficult to assemble also.
And one time Uncle Charlie spent 3 hours trying to put together a backyard swing set for his daughters. Only to discover that there were several parts missing. Such is the joy of doing-it-yourself.
This has nothing to do with putting things together. However, some day when I have my full sense of humour back (at the moment it's on a scale of 19%), I intend to write a book about life in a hospital, and to whomsoever reads my granddaughter's Blog-----it is not ER and it's not Gray's Anatomy. It sucks and it's just plain miserable. No wonder patients die unexpectedly-----no one gives a damn. And the so-called food is prepared by rejects from one of Canada and Toronto's top cooking schools, George Brown College. There are 3 male patients in Papa's room, including Papa. The newest gentleman has only been admitted for about 10 days. He and his wife are of Indian descent, and I don't mean North American Indians. Yesterday she said to me, in her sing-song voice-----Your husband is a very fussy eater. I replied, No, my husband is NOT a fussy eater. He enjoys good food, not this crap he has sent to him. So, I've been buying party sandwiches, roasted chicken wings, cherry tomatoes, raspberried, raisin Chalah, little cheese balls-----anything I can think of that Papa will enjoy. He doesn't have a big appetite, but whatever he likes is what I will provide from outside.
Happy New Year to all.
Love from Nana and Papa
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