Saturday, November 2, 2013

COMPLICATIONS.

Remember that time I was pregnant and fell?  Right.  That was yesterday.

Today, my ankle looks very similar to normal. . with the exception of a little puff on the inside.  It does not, however, feel okay.  In fact, it feels like high school.  High school was when I vastly injured my ankle (read:  it was black.  And I'm yellow.)  and instead of taking a few weeks off of it (and on crutches), I made my way into another mosh pit.  Yeah. 

So, I will hobble around today even more than with just a clicky pelvis.  I am feeling energized and like I need to accomplish some very important nesting items. .  

1.  I must complete the winterizing of our home.  I need to get a large propane tank converter for my inside-safe propane heater.  I must stock up on puppy-safe sidewalk salt.  I must track down an ergonomic snow shovel.  I think it is important to point out that while the original shovel that my Da bought in 1983 is still functioning and full of nostalgia, it is easier to pick up and throw snow with a bent handle.

2.  I must inventory and thin out the herd of food products in my deep freeze.  If I do not, there will be nowhere for my milk to live.  This will not do.  So, in the coming week, we will likely have freezer food for meals.  Sodium, what?  I think there are some cornish game hens in there that are dying to be trussed.

3.  At some point, I will need to sit down and have lunch so that I can relax and take a load off.  A really wide load off.

4.  The invitations for the baby shower are ready to be mailed.  The Hub and I compromised on some "heart seal" forever stamps instead of the Johnny Cash ones that I wanted and the American Flag ones that he wanted.  Putting hearts on envelopes is asinine to both of us - so they work.

All of this must be accomplished by 3pm - as that is when we will need to begin the drive to drop off our accomplice MyMandy (did I ever mention that I feel like you can get anywhere in this town in 30 minutes?) and come home to rest up for a family birthday dinner.  I think we can manage. . . or at least come close.  I'm not sure I can actually get any of the things on my winterizing list - outside of the propane tank converter. . thankfully, I still have a HUGE stockpile of ice scrapers and sub-zero window washer fluid.

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