For the life of me, I can’t figure out buying women’s clothing, I admit to the universe, I loath shopping in general but really dislike shopping for clothes. Mr. Right is much better about choosing and buying women’s clothes than I am. I have no idea why? Just a couple of days ago, we breezed through a very nice department store, I spied a fun, happy, floral print cardigan. I pointed and smiled and said, “what about that”? He said “you mean the one, that already comes with a Kleenex tucked into the sleeve?” It was his nice way of saying, it might be a bit too “old lady” for me. sigh. It is a mystery to me.
Why does our immersion stick blender have a slow and high-speed? Oh sure, I have tried the slow speed, who uses that? What the heck is that for? I go back to using the high-speed every single day.
There is a light switch in our storage room. I flip it on and off for fun. I sort of hope it turns the neighbors’ living room lamp on and off. We have lived here 14 years and we still have no idea what that switch is connected to.
Why do they sew pockets on ladies pajamas? AHHHH, that one I figured out.
After several nights of rough and tumble sleep (or should I say, lack of sleep), luckily last night I slept through the night and then a bit into the morning. Good thing I have a Sweet Golden Retriever, who kissed my hand to gently remind me, “hey lady, that food dish isn’t going to fill itself, daylights burning. Get a move on.”
I stumbled out of bed, tried to pat down my joyful hair and shuffled into the kitchen to prepare said fancy dog her breakfast. Then I decided it would be easy for me to slip on my winter coat, step into Mr. Right’s black work boots and go let out the chickens. They need fresh straw and water and a bit of scratch to get their morning off to a good start.
All decked out in my, oh so fashionable attire, I marched across our back yard. (que the music, praising the angels above for a full privacy fence) Good morning pleasantries were exchanged between myself and the girls. Fresh straw, fresh water, food dish filled, a little morning seed scattered around…………all was in order. Then I checked for eggs. Hello there my beauties!
Gratitude is a lovely way to start the day.
Fresh, beautiful, perfect eggs. I slipped them gently into my pocket. Yes, the pocket hanging down below my puffy winter jacket.
Very fresh warm eggs, nestled inside my pajama pocket. Oh my goodness, I could feel the warmth through the fabric, like a mini hot water bottle.
So, that is what those pockets are for! I never knew.