Another list

Lists on this blog are a good thing. It means we're seeing Daddy soon! He will be stopping by briefly on his way to and from a week-long fire marshal school.

This is my honey-do list this time:

1. Help me with some Blogger woes
2. Deep clean or dispose of the frog humidifier
3. Fix or dispose of the patio table umbrella
4. Trim our children's fingernails
5. Mail back my Netflix DVDs
6. Make me go through my overflowing clutterbox, er, inbox
7. Work with my parents to solve the stupid broken garage door problem that is going to send me to a mental institution...and/or result in the robbery of my parents' valuables and/or invite a nasty letter from the homeowners association, as I never get out of my car to close the garage door anymore (in an attempt to avoid the mental institution)

Yes, I am perfectly capable of completing #'s 2,4, and 5--but why do it myself when I can wait a few days and have someone else do it for me?

#1, like all things html, gives me a headache.

#3 I am absolutely unqualified for, which I know for sure because I already investigated the problem, which consists of a small spring, a rusty screw, and an odd shaped piece of metal--all currently waiting patiently in a Ziploc baggie for my husband's engineer brain.

#7 is risky for me because any attempt on my part will undoubtedly result in lots of tears, screaming, and hair-pulling. You should have seen me when I tried to set the thermostat 2 degrees cooler in my mom's house--I can't imagine the horror of working together to fix a broken garage door. (I'm sure it's lovely having your 32-year-old daughter move home and act like she's 12.) And you bet that Cabbage Patch Kid would come up again. So, this is all better left to my calm, rational husband, whom my parents like more than me and to whom they are eternally grateful for marrying their difficult daughter.

It's only been a few weeks since I saw Greg. It seems like forever. The next time we see him will probably be in February. Wow. I can't even imagine how big my list will be and how messed up my life will be and how long my kids' fingernails will be...