Manic Monday

Okay, so maybe it isn’t manic, just weird. I am having dizzy spells right now. I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate those. This should be the time that I take a walk with my dog. Get my blood flowing a little better than it is at the moment. My dog is over 1,000 miles from me right now and I’m just too lazy to put my shoes on and head out for a stroll.

Okay, so I just walked down the freaking stairs to wash the filter in the window unit. That is a feat in itself. I hate those stairs and am afraid that one day I’m going to tumble down them. A 10” rise with a 6” step isn’t the safest type stairs for this old lady.

MB just has to smoke those nasty cigarillos around me. My poor sinuses just can’t handle that. Sure fire way to give me a sinus headache. Not to mention how much they stink while he’s smoking them, and how really bad they stink afterwards.

We are finally going to the laundry mat today.  He was going to go by himself after work, but I asked him if I could go. I’m not excited about him washing everything in one washer on hot. We also need to wash the sheets and comforters so he’d toss those in there too. Huge front loaders are awesome but at some point you really need to do some sorting and separate washing. Or at least wash them in cold water so my colored clothing stays, well colored. I’m not really crazy about sitting at the laundry mat, but at least its something for me to do.

I keep thinking about getting a bike. A lot of people ride them around here. I haven’t ridden a bike in years and wonder if I can still do it well enough to not end up as road kill. I don’t even know how to go about purchasing one. What kind, how tall, what gear do I need? Another draw-back is that it will be something we have to load up and take back with us when we head back to MS sometime next month.

I’m also curious to see if MB and I can survive living together. We, over the past 12 years, have spent very little time together because of his job. Now he’s talking about staying in town. I am a little very OCD and a neat freak. He just lives. I guess I need to focus on his good qualities otherwise we will never make it.