10 days til RJ leaves for France. I am almost ready to start the happy dance. We need to buy her a ginormous suitcase except Air France says anything over 23 kilos will cost $100. Yep and coming back? The extra suitcase that we gave little Frenchy? another $100 for two bags PLUS overweight charges. We've told RJ - cut back on the shoes and books. Laptop? Carry on. Gifts? carry on. The good thing? No real winter so no need to take heavy duty clothes with her.
The brakes on my car are seriously shot. I am going to be a nervous wreck driving to Midas on Monday to get the car repaired. Just as I was starting to get my head above the cash flow ... sigh
I am seriously tired of having Rebel in the house. Her dog is making messes which causes my little dog to follow suit. Between her puppy crapping on my nice new basement floor and marking anywhere he pleases and then my dog thinking he's alpha and doing same - my house is disgusting. Then there is the mess of the dishes that they leave lying around expecting me to deal with it. I need a clean up crew in here to deal with it. I am tired of this and cannot have my friends over til this dog and his mistress and her BF are out of my house for good. It's the bit of guilt I still feel over Rebel's health and her somewhat special but not quite status that is keeping me from going ballistic. But that is nearly dissipated.
I've been asked to write an article for the national magazine of the Ukrainian Catholic Women's League. The editor wants me to write the occaisional opinion piece - the first one - all about Easter. 600 words nearly done. I may share it here when it's been published.
I am starting the count down to the annual Scrap & Spa Weekend. That will be the first weekend of March - 34 days away.