My need to shoot for myself is always greatest in the fall because it’s my absolute favorite time of year. I love to just drive around with my gear and some Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, taking in the sights and exploring roads I’ve never driven before. Last night, despite the constant drizzle of rain, I did just that. I found these beautiful horses grazing in a field beside the road, and I just had to pull over and take their picture.
I’m not sure those who know me would consider me to be indecisive. I know Hot Husband will chime in and be all like “But when I ask you what you want for dinner, you always say you don’t know.” That’s not the same thing at all. It’s just that after almost 36 years (yes, I’m having a crisis about turning 36 in a couple of weeks) of eating chicken, fish, red meat and seafood, well, it gets old. I mean, isn’t there anything else??? Anyway, my point is I don’t think I have a hard time making decisions.
Apparently The Youngest disagrees. The other morning before school he wandered into my office, turned himself around in a circle, taking it all in, and told me I had a “Window of Decisions” in here. The conversation went something like this:
The Youngest: “You have a Window of Decisions in your office.”
Me: (Wondering which question to ask first) “Uh…where?”
The Youngest: “Right there.” (Pointing to the faux window hiding the laundry chute and sounding like “Duh!”)
Me: “Ummm…what IS a Window of Decisions exactly?”
The Youngest: “Well, if you have to make a decision, and you can’t decide, you look at The Window of Decisions and it helps you decide!”
Me: (Really wishing I could climb into his head and hang out for a few hours) “Oh.”
I don’t know what else to say except that I apologize to those of you who don’t have a Window of Decisions. I feel kind of bad since I have one and don’t really need it, so if you’re reading this and you have an important decision to make and you’re having trouble, you could leave me a comment or email me and maybe I can ask The Window of Decisions for you. I’ll even make your first decision free!*
I threw in a visual since this pathetic blog-site hasn’t been updated in a while and didn’t even have any pictures on the front page. The Window of Decisions is behind the chair.
And, since I had the camera out I took one of the other side of the room. Can you tell how much I love my new space?
* Subsequent decisions will be $4.95 each.
It’s official. Just crossing your fingers and *hoping* you don’t get pinkeye doesn’t work. So far I can’t figure out how The Oldest is the only one who hasn’t become infected. I was thinking, on the way to the drugstore for the 87th time this month to drop off prescriptions, that if I took a family portrait right now we’d look pretty pathetic. With both Hot Husband and I having pinkeye and The Oldest’s arm still in a cast, we look like a family who’s in need of someone to take care of us. You know, like, for $1.93 a day you, too, can impact the lives of this family. (And you could, too, because that’s how much my Dunkin’ Donuts coffee costs me.)
I’m betting most of you don’t know it’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day, (shame on you) so I wanted to be the first to share it with me hearties. Both scallywags are here on the poopdeck (home sick from school) and have passed their germs on to this wench, (this is the only time I will refer to myself as a wench) so, in the words of my favorite pirates of all time, I am a pirate who doesn’t do anything today.
P.S. Picture to follow later.
P.P.S. I lied. There’s no picture. Hot Husband called from school (still with pinkeye, which isn’t getting any better) and said he was wearing a patch on his eye and told me I could take a picture of it for International Pirate Day. But he came home without a patch. I’m going to make him walk the plank. Just as soon as he makes dinner.
