Trenches and Tubals

Sooooooooooooooooo. I sort of suck. I was all scheduled for a tubal ligation this morning and I cancelled last minute. I couldn't go through with it. I don't mean to be so fickle, but I couldn't imagine how it would actually feel to be permanently sterile until it was actually going to happen. My fatal flaw. I can't know how I'll feel about something until I'm in the throes of it (and I sort of have a feeling lag--days sometimes weeks late). Simon is really such a saint about it. We talked a little yesterday morning when I got home from work and then some more when I woke up and decided we can't do it yet. Both of us still want more kids. Whether or not we'll be able to have more kids is another story, better told years down the road. Not today. So, my doctor and the surgery staff will just have to suck it up.

In other news, I want some Vicky's bras and panties. Sick of slacker boobs. Also, who doesn't like a cute bootie? Waiting for the semiannual sale which my coworkers tell me will be in Januar.

So, the house search is still on. NOTHING remotely good. The in-laws just paid to waterproof the basement though, so our place is possibly going to be much nicer soon. I'm going to scrub that nasty basement and we'll have to make a couple trips to the dump, but I'm thinking we could paint the walls to brighten them a bit and totally increase our living space. The basement won't be anything pretty, but we can move Simon's work bench down there and I could set up an Art Area and organize all my attic (inaccessible) totes. And I really want to move our bookshelves down there. The flying-toast dining room could use a little extra space. Gosh, now I'm getting excited. Simon says he still hates our house, but I think a couple of changes could be miraculous. I need to rearrange our living room too--so not cozy. Also, I want an antenna--for television. I'm wasting my whole life not watching Ellen! What sort of a person does that?!

I really need to figure out how to get pictures on here--this blog would be sooo much better with pictures. Not even kidding.

So, cute story:  My kid was standing on a chair, smashing her face on the window, watching the plumbers run their backhoes all around our house, pounding on the glass and waving; and then she turns to me and says, with the most heartfelt excitement, "I wanna go play!" Who doesn't wanna go play in all those dirt mounds, kid? Who doesn't?