I seem to have it. The last blog I posted was a knitting pattern and that was two days ago. I hadn't posted anything for three days before that.
Today isn't going too well. DH is sick yet he's been outside gardening all day. He doesn't like gardening much but today it's a chore he'd rather not do. I keep telling him to go lie down or read or something equally restful but I suspect that just spurs him on to do more. I'm not going to nag....er....I mean offer any more helpful suggestions.
My blueberry muffins didn't turn out. (Have I mention how much I dislike cooking?) They stuck to the paper muffin cups. (I wonder how much fibre is in muffin cup paper?) DH didn't make breakfast any more enjoyable by griping about what a waste of blueberries that was. I wanted to cram one, paper and all, down his pie hole but he's sick so I turned the other cheek.
He assembled the push mower, I never got around to, and he was quite happy to let me mow the back yard. He broke the brand new, $13.00 hand spreader due to his philosophy of, "If it won't move, force it." I'm dreading what the rest of the day holds for us.