And for those of you who aren't familiar, the Latest Reports at the top of the right sidebar are actually updates from my Twitter account. Because let's face it, what would your day be without knowing that I'm unhappy with my breakfast granola bar? Plus, I want to be able to share funny little tidbits without having to dedicate an entire post to, say, Noah's mispronunciations and "ploys on words." Though Lord knows I could.
Aside from my FIERCE blog re-imaging, I've been running rampant with those fall projects. Over the weekend, I made curtains for Ethan's room. Jen was going to help, but by golly I did it on my own. As Jen once wisely imparted to me, figuring out how to do things on my own might not produce the best way, but it will work. I'm thinking of making her my guru.
We're also finishing up another project related to a rather large (but relatively inexpensive) purchase I haven't confessed to yet (except to some of you who see me every day. And my parents). As soon as that's done in the next couple of days I promity-omise to post photos and the accompanying story. Are you sufficiently titillated?
And now, the promised joke:
An Englishman, a Scot, and an Irishman all worked together building a skyscraper. One day at lunch they were chatting, and it seems that none of them were happy in their marriages. The passion had just gone out of them.
"You see?" said the Englishman. "I get the same ham and cheese sandwich every day. There's no variety to my life, and I just can't stand it."
"Neither can I," said the Scot. "I'm so tired of the same old tomato and onion sandwich. It just goes to show, my wife doesn't care enough to do anything different."
"Nor I!" declared the Irishman. "If I get another bread and butter tomorrow, I'm going to jump off this scaffolding."
The Englishman and the Scot agreed, they would do the same. The next day came, they all had the same lunch, and they followed through on their tragic plan.
As the police chaplain broke the news to their wives, none of them could believe it.
"If only he'd told me he didn't like ham and cheese!" cried the Englishman's wife.
"If only he'd said he wanted something different!" wailed the Scot's wife.
"I just don't understand," said the Irishman's wife, bewildered. "He made his own lunches."
Only in Ireland!