After our breakfast of champs I took Luke to Lowe's to pick up a water filter for the fridge, and low and behold there are lots of choices. I probably should have paid attention to little things like oh, the brand or where the filter was located. Nothing big. So, I took a gamble and picked one. After that we headed to the grocery store where I basically went up each isle and got it all. Okay, not all, but a lot. I think that was the fullest my basket has ever been.
Then Luke and I went home, I put the cold stuff away and got to work hooking up the water and filter. Wouldn't you know, I got the wrong one. Imagine that. So I load Luke BACK up in the car (did I mention it was triple digits again outside?) and we headed to make the exchange. Note to self: always wear wedding rings and not your shortie shorts to home improvement stores. When I was at the counter making the exchange the creepy old man who was obviously lonely launched into this story about how his long haired dog sheds everywhere and it gets on his clothes and the dog jumps in bed with him and even though he is growing his beard out he doesn't like how the long hair tickles his face and that little boy is cute, is he yours?
Yes. That conversation actually took place.
Once I was safely home again I install the new filter and hook up the water line. I really am super handy. Cody's a lucky man. Except something wasn't working and the water wouldn't come through the door. Finally I called my dad and he came over after work, but he couldn't figure it out either, so he just took me and Luke to dinner before church. Aren't I a lucky gal?
Anyway, if there is a way to make this long story shorter here it is: now the ice maker works, the water part doesn't, and I'm okay with that. I just wanted the ice anyway.
So what else have I been up to the last couple of days besides refrigerator drama? Cleaning. Lots of cleaning and lots of laundry and lots of ironing. And what has Luke been doing while I did all of this cleaning and laundry. Oi.
He's put all of his toys in my entertainment center instead of his toy basket.
I counted 32 in all when I cleaned it up.
He's gotten creative. During my marathon ironing today I looked up and realized he was taller than usual. I walked around to the back of the couch and his bathroom stool had magically appeared. And since his magic stool just happened to be behind the couch, it seemed perfectly logical to climb up and over the back and down the front. MULTIPLE times. It's not that I ever doubt he is a male, there are sometimes when I just have to laugh and think "man, he is allllll boy." This is one of those times.