Forgetful

The thing with owning a house is there is so much more to remember. We leave lights on in the basement, I forget to turn off the car port light and porch light in the morning. We now have regular trash and recycling days and have to remember to bring the cans to the curb at the right time. I'm terrified of the first heating bill we'll get, so we have to constantly remember to make sure the heat is turned down sufficiently at night. Also, I'm pretty sure there was some electrical thing we are supposed to get done soon, and we still have to replace one of the doors in the house, and put in a vent for the dryer, and figure out what to do about the half-put-down contact paper in the kitchen cabinets and the old person smell in the bathroom cabinets.

I'm sure we'll get everything done eventually and we'll find a routine that works, but in the meantime, I feel a little like I'm taking a test I didn't study very hard for.

In dessert news, you know what is super delicious? Banana splits. You have to do it right, with Neapolitan ice cream, drizzled sauces, jimmies and/or nuts, whip cream and a cherry. But let me tell you: it's worth the effort.