Restless Monday

I'm feeling restless today; cooped up, and trapped like a caged animal.  It's almost 60 degrees outside right now, an anomaly in January weather in the midwest.  I have the window open at the library.  I can hear gushing streams of water at the car wash across the street.  This sound, combined with pregnancy hormones, makes me have to use the ladies' room very frequently.

But the window will remain open.  I need to go over and stick my face against the screen every once and a while and soak up the smells of wet ground and fresh air.  I'm definitely growing a summer baby.

In other news, we finally joined the modern world of ease and convenience and got a dishwasher!

Also, this weekend, my long-held belief that my father is the most capable, resourceful, and down-right bad-ass man on the planet was once again confirmed when he installed previously mentioned lifesaving dishwasher in my old farmhouse with old plumbing.  And don't even get me started on how brilliant my mother is.

You know how when you were a little kid and everything your parents did was an amazing feat of knowledge and skill? And you believed they were the smartest person in the whole world?  Well, at three weeks away from 26 years old, I can still tell you without a doubt that my parents are awesome.  You know your dad is the most interesting man in the world when he has to show the guy at the hardware store which is the correct tool and how to use it to cut a length of copper tubing after the guy uses the wrong tool.  Mosquitoes refuse to bite him out of pure respect.  (If you don't know what I'm talking about google Dos Equis' The Most Interesting Man in the World commercials)

Now I can add "install a dishwasher" and "fix old plumbing" to my growing list of skills.  Changing a flat tire still eludes me.

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