I have decided to dedicate the last half hour of my work day to my beloved Brainsponge. To make a long, boring explanation short, I have been given over 300 new files at work; thus my lack of brainsponging during the day. At night, I cannot bear to sit at my amazingly slow computer and wait 20 minutes while it logs on. Good news is this - big raise for me. I guess I cannot complain to much then, can I. After all I'm not getting paid to sit here and sponge; just the priceless satisfaction knowing my thoughts are in written form forever. Evidence.
I will start with elaborations from my lists. Ah, yes...the little green squares. No, I wasn't invated by cubical martians. You see, I seem to think my house mustn't look like other houses. Therefore, I am constantly looking for creative little touches, here and there. For my bathroom, which was previously a solid green, yes walls and tile alike, I decided to create a yellow ("sawdust" if you will) wall with little green squares. To do this, I applied squares of masking tape here and there and painted the yellow, or "sawdust" over them. Needless to say, when I began the task of removing these squares, the paint seemed to come with it. Oh, it was different, yes, but not exactly the look I was going for. My walls are now solid sawdust. Don't worry. I'll think of something else to do on them. When Lathen came home to see my little green "squares" his response was in the most serious of tones, "I like the bathroom walls, Mollie". I detected a small smirk. Alas. I love him for that. Why? He is a perfectionist and I'm sure this sight on the walls of the bathroom, (he loved the green), in our brand new house (which I'm slowly creating into whatever I please, believe me) made him question a few things about this "whackjob" (his word) he chose to be with. me. Oh, but he took it all so well. But he really did, honestly and for real, love what I did in our hall. Dragonflies. So, he lets me do as I please, when I'm sure sometimes he wants to tell me to 'stop it!' That's one reason to love him. Another. Simply this. I drink too much White Zin. I "forget" to tell him things. He finds out. He understands and responds thusly, "You can tell me anything, Mollie. I'm a reasonable man". When he said that, I really heard it. It made me really appreciate the man he is. Can you believe it is now 5:00. I'd continue, but I really need to leave this little office. No promises when I'll continue, but rest assured I will...
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