Will wonders ever cease?

It has been quiet. The Angel went to work with Fun Daddy yesterday, Imelda had volleyball... She brought one of her friends over afterward and they hung out until it was time for Holy Name Society... The kids love the open gym and hanging out with the big kids.. all under the watchful eyes of semi-drunk dads. The Angel, or course, was banned from attending. She is studying social studies (and has to survive quizzes from me... and I count the notes in the margin as testable material... So she needs to know that the world's deepest lake is Lake Baikal in Siberia.)

This morning I was awoken by a phone call. Maggie called. It is official... She is moving to Connecticut. I am happy for her. Really, I am. Now can I cry? This is going to be really hard for me. And in all fairness, it will be for her too. On the plus side it will be a really good move for her career wise. sigh. Being grown up sucks.

After this blast of information, I saw no point in staying in bed and sulking. I know.. shocker. I got up. Walked the pooch. Finally attached the new headboard to the new bed and then slip covered the whole kit and caboodle. Ahhh satisfying... sure, if you enjoy being a human dust mop. Which... apparently I do.

After covering the bed with espresso microsuede, I decided to change my sheets as well. I had run out at the last minute when we first got the new bed and bought the best sheets that I could quickly. They are nice... 350 thread count, white, Martha Stewart. But having one set of sheets for the bed is a pain in the ass and I feel guilty jumping my bedding to the top of the laundry pile... so I broke down and bought another set. I figured out would pick out a similar kind of set... when before my Target aisle wandering eyes should behold? Beautiful sateen sheets. Color: White (I adhere to Katherine Hepburn's philosophy that white is the only color of sheet you should sleep on since other colors have too much personality of their own) Thead count? 800! It is practically like sleeping on a cloud. Or I hope it will be. I will report tomorrow.

And yes.. I know that I am a sheet snob. Jim, you understand... I know. Now if I could just got the hot studs like you have... sigh. That is why I need the good sheets.. for sweet dreams.