Must Be A Hole In My Pocket

I'm sorry I haven't been around - I just get overwhelmed every time I think about all I have to tell you.  I think my favorite part of last week was when my bug boyfriend informed me that the sounds the girls had been hearing in their bedroom wall at night were not made by mice, as we had assumed, but by bats.

BATS.  Hanging out inside our bedroom walls.  I know.

So, a measly $550 later, we STILL have bats.  It has to warm up a bit before they will fly back outside through the one-way trap door the bug guy's helper installed up there.  Then the bug guys come back and seal the remaining hole and clean up all the bat guano in the wall and in my attic.  Good times!

$550.  That's a lot of money.

Skates don't grow on trees, you know.

Yesterday I signed the girls up for ice skating again.  We have a special time set aside just for us homeschoolers for lessons and free skate; and if you don't think it is awesome to have 2 hours on a regulation-size rink with just 20 other people, you need to think again.  The kids have a blast, and I get 2 hours of knitting time.  But, again, that wasn't free.

Last night, Larry came home and announced he had just received a long-desired promotion.  When he started to mention the amount of his pay increase, I stopped him.  "I already spent it," I said. "It's gone."

I have no idea why he looked surprised.  After all, he should know by now: wives - we'll spend whatever you make.



[Skates image: Lake Winnipesaukee Travel Guide]