well now, i am a little down but not super depressed like i would have probably been pre-medicine.  our blow-up santa we bought yesterday, 6ft tall and adorable, was stolen.  ahhh.  what is this neighborhood coming to?  i turned him on around 9:30 and he was gone by 11:30.  i should have left him off except at night.  he was tied to the house and rain gutter to keep him from blowing away and there's no damage plus his cord was plugged into an extension cord that was inside the garage and the plug part was pulled outside the garage thru the weatherstripping at the bottom of the door so he was definitely stolen..  i called the police but of course they can't do anything.  i just wanted it on record.  first my birdhouse the summer before last, my beautiful birdhouse, and now this.  the kids will be very upset.  they kissed him and hugged him when he went up.  i may go get a new one before they get home.  we'll see.  i don't feel like it tho.

 

man i smell major cat poop down here!  i'm gonna check the box - if there is no uncovered one than maybe one of them  pooped altho i can't really see that happening.

 

so i got a few things done but not the shirts or sweeping and not the den gifts.  i did do the 100 pickup, the laundry, wiping the cabinet tops and stapling up some lights.

 

before i come back i will:

 

pick up 50 more things

look at my den gifts

get dressed! (my only decent shirt is in the dryer)

 

then i'm leaving for errands.  man it stinks down here!