Nine, filled to the brim with second-hand clothes, garbage bags are strewn about my house. Two in the car, three in the entryway, one at the top of the stairs landing before entering my bedroom, and three in the bedroom. On my body is a black T-shirt with an outline of a white skull. I look badass in it. Well, except that the white of the skeletal structure is made up of soft, fluffy cats. Which, although not screaming back off sucker, is even more of a reason for me to keep it.
The clothes are from a round-robin swap with the community gifting site I belong to. I added a pile of clothes I’ve been meaning to gift, but from the bags kept a Seattle Mariners sweater, a pair of stretchy green leggings, a pair of white-washed jeans, and of course, my badass kitty tee. Desiring an infusion into my daily garb, I’m grateful for the freeness of everything. Especially when I feel a slight twinge of guilt at paying $19.99 for the golden pass in my Total Battle game. But it’s so worth it! I have over 200,000 in gold, and I’ve also leveled up my academy building to research the next level of guardsman. Level 4, is so powerful!
I’m not a video game player, and I no longer blow hundreds of dollars at the casino or am out drinking. So I can should be about to justify taking twenty bucks to see all those sacred potions added to my city.
It’s empty net time in the last minute forty in the Kraken game. I hate this part. It’s not that bad because we’re in the lead, but still, the norm of pulling the goalie from the game to add a sixth member is not my favorite aspect of hockey. Oh shit. The Coyotes scored. Which, if the game is tied at the end of overtime, both teams go player by player in a shootout. An even worse aspect of the game. Especially when the Kraken come out losers every time in them.
Asking Dave about his post-surgery pain just now, he said, “At THIS moment, it’s a 0. But my emotional pain because of the Kraken, it’s 75.” I won’t correct him, but it was a scale of 10. Then after standing, he continued to share his pain level, with vocals of a marching soldier, “Three. No four. Three. Four.”
I don’t know why I worry about asking the builder about things I want for our house. Recently while watching new build must-dos, a clip showed a woman encouraging all spaces between walls before drywall goes in to be filled with insulation. Which helps soundproof areas. In looking at our floorplan, the fireplace and TV in the living room wall will share our bedroom wall, so that needs to be a requirement. But I don’t know if it’s standard practice to insulate there and fear it’s just a dumb question.
With an upcoming weekend without plans, I’m at a loss for what to do. Fire up the pressure washer? Finish staining the back deck? I’m sure some house updates and spring cleaning projects will keep me busy.
Oh, and in thinking about upcoming to-dos, one unfortunate thing that’s a to-don’t, is taking Evelyn to Paw Patrol live. Even though we’ll be in Georgia the weekend the show is nearby in Tacoma, it appears it’ll also be in Kent, Everett, and Seattle when we’re home. And even though the $65-85 price tag was steep, imagining how over the moon excited she’d be, Dave and I felt it was a small price to pay. But it became a heck no when an extra $50 in fees per ticket added an extra $150 to the price tag at check out.
To be fair, she did just earn Skye’s Mighty Jet for selling her balance board. She’s been quite reluctant to pass things on though, and gets out of doing it by saying things like, “I know you said another little girl will want this, but I think she already has it”. She’s so dang cute.
Alright, I’ve blabbered at you enough. Take care and I hope you have a lovely weekend. Love, Jaclynn
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