And so, it is Monday...

This weekend marked the most mundane-yet-strange yet of any since the arrival of Didgeridoo Boy in September 2009. Mundane because all we really did was kick Casa Didgeridoo into shape, strange because of the assortment of occurrences that could only be described as "damnedest things". You know, as in, "Well, isn't that the damndest thing?" In keeping with the random nature of these things, here is a list, which isn't sorted according to any kind of logic or order.

I had inspiration and a full-on "Ooo! Oooo!" fit, after which I ran out of the bedroom to collect something that turned out to be in there anyway. As this happened, I left Mom and Didgeridoo Boy struggling to support the headboard the items I was searching for were supposed to fix. The items did not fix the headboard.

If you go to Lowes for lightbulbs, telling the helpful salesperson how the bulb is shaped (pointy) and the size of the base (little) while you gauge the approximate size with your thumb and index finger while explaining to your mother that the one you're describing is the bulb for the chicken lamp, NOT the lava lamp, might not be the best approach.

Just a little bit of order: Speaking of the lava light, Didgeridoo Boy shouted, "Hacienda!", and began to dance with it Saturday night.

The greatest thing ever for getting things out from behind a huge entertainment center, a hanging basket hook on a broom handle:

Same stools? Same box. Not same stools:

So! Yes! Monday brunch cocktails, anyone? I think a pitcher-sized mimosa sounds lovely.