The List

The list headed "Stuff I really don't want to do but I'm a grown up and nobody else will do it"
The worst was cleaning the bathroom. Our circulation is terrible. The fan doesn't connect to the outside, but to the attic (we knew this when we bought the house). Towels never dry, not that we have anywhere to hang them up. So every so often, I have to scrub the walls to clean the mold off. I hate doing this with an abiding passion. The water runs down your arm and soaks your bra. Misery contained. So as I sobbed (totally unrelated to hormones I'm sure) I told Kevin I was NEVER doing this again, that he had to FIX THIS.

Kevin gave me that man look, the one men give when the woman they love and have sex with is completely losing her mind. But you can't say, "Shit, woman, you are crying over bathroom mold." Because then you might not ever have sex again. So one must pretend to be sympathetic and understanding, hoping to return to the computer game as soon as possible.

I also signed up for my nursing certification test, having procrastinated for over two years. I payed bills, I wrote thank you notes because my momma raised me right.

Friday is Kevin's 29th birthday! We are celebrating by going to Sea Grill for a lucious lunch. Then Kevin will come up with a plan for getting rid of that oven which is still in my utility room....still.