Not My Fault!

Just popping in here for a minute to defend myself against all these wild accusations about my failures.

Actually, there have been zero such accusations, but I feel them anyway.

I have only a few minutes here before the carpet guys come back. (At least, they'd better show up in the next few minutes...) Yesterday we were trying to clear out the kids' rooms, so there was a mountain of furniture in front of the computer here in our room. Then they left and we moved all the accoutrema back into the kids' rooms—but because of concerns over "new carpet fumes" (I thought Joanna was a paranoid conspiracy nut—turns out there are such things. Who knew?) (Well, Joanna, I guess.), all the kids camped out in our room for the night, so I couldn't get on the computer last night, either, lest I wake them and earn the Wrath of Wife ™. (It turned out that it was Born Dancin' who did all the awake-keeping last night—nutty little widget.)

For those interested in such things, our current carpets are (1) dark brown shag from the mid-70's at the earliest, or (2) a dank berber in the bedrooms. It's being replaced with a light, creamy beige carpet sprinkled with tastefully multicolored specks in order to hide the buckets of dirt we end up dragging in every day. It should also be dandy at hiding Legos and the chewed-up bits of whatever inedible substance Born Dancin' is currently gnawing on. Compared to our old, thin-padded carpets on the concrete slab, though, it feels like walking on non-sticky, non-sweet marshmallows. (Not a very good simile, I guess. The new semester hasn't started yet and I'm not required to have my literary device engines running at full capacity yet.)

Soon the carpeters shall show up, I have faith, and then we'll be moving all of the baggage from here in our room elsewhere (and don't ask me where that might be). So I'll probably be offline all day, and our connection is quirky enough that I'm never certain I'll get it back in working order if we dare to touch it. I have to get into work tomorrow, though, so I'll be back with you somehow. Lucky things, you.