*pokes* I’ll call it an entry

Well, let’s see…It was hot today…and I did nothing overly productive.

I did set up a diary thing over on GreatestJournal…As it has become obvious we are not aloud to express ourselves fully and freely here, despite the name of the site being Open Diary.  My GreatestJournal. My Profile.

The temp. is finally dropping back down to a comfortable level.  Egads…Is all I have to talk about is the weather? *shakes head* I guess that’s what comes from doing nothing all day…But it was too hot.  Though I should of taken some of that time and spent it writing.

I really need to get some stuff done around here…At least get clothes folded. Enough so I can get the kids clothes sorted out. I’ve also come to the conclusion I need to get Sonja some more tank tops…She really doesn’t have very many, and one of the ones she had the strap is ready to break on it.  *headdesk* Duh! I should have enough light weight material somewhere that I can make her a couple tank tops at least.  I swear, my brain has not been with it the last couple days.

I am still working on my other stuff…I finally found the trim for my one corset/bodice. It’s pinned up, just not sewn…I still need to find the lacing for it…but I also need to put the eyelets on it too. I’ve got pics of the tank tops I made me…but I haven’t gotten them loaded onto photobucket yet.

Pet was annoying today. He said he was getting ready to go…then proceeded to turn the channel from cartoons for the kids to some thing on crab fishing, which he proceeded to watch for the next 2 hours. Then some other thing for the next hour after that.
He complained about Harley when he was having one of his little fits. And tried to say that Harley doesn’t always do that.  Bloody hell he doesn’t…When he gets tired, he yells about every little thing. He doesn’t have a clue what the kids are like…and when he tries to pretend he does, it just pisses me off.
I think he left when he did because I said I wasn’t going to make dinner. He had already eaten two sandwhiches, not that long prior to that.  And he expected me to jump right up and go out and grill burgers because he wanted them. If he wanted them he could get off his bloody arse and go make the things himself!

Well…I suppose as I really have nothing else to say, I’ll be on my way once more…