I would like to make this blog space a little prettier. Not so plain. Not so much Hi, This is a HUGE Picture of My Shadow How Artsy is That. But I have very little expertise in anything html and my husband works full-time and goes to school full-time and gives me death glares when I suggest little homekeeping ideas. Like taking out the trash. So I am thinking, Huge Picture of My Shadow it is! Someday I will spend some time figuring out how to do this. For now, I'm pretty content to spend time moaning about it.

Last night I had one of those realizations, the kind that make you stay awake late and then wake up early, unsure of why you are up but completely aware of your own unease. Right? I hate those. Anyways, I realized that I do not have a clue how to do many of the things that Joshua usually takes care of in our lives. The Man Chores. Last night, the air conditioner in our bedroom was making a snap crackle POP kind of noise, a noise that in my mind precedes smoke and combustion. So he shut it off and pulled this filter out of the side which was absolutely disgusting. Covered in dust, cat hair, probably my hair, who knows. The point is I HAD NO IDEA AIR CONDITIONERS HAD FILTERS. They sit in a windowsill! Butt to the outside! I thought they just circulated cold air in and all that other stuff got sucked out.

Inexplicably, this really bothers me. I've never lived alone in my life, which I do not regret at all (I sleep over at my friends' houses when Joshua is gone. With no shame. I may be scared of the dark). But in the transition between living at home, other people's homes, college, and then with my husband, I have never had to do things like clean out air conditioner filters. Joshua tells me when the car needs an oil change even though I am sure I could interpret the little sticker on our windshield fairly easily. I wouldn't know, because I never even remember to look. I can't make coffee. I CAN'T MAKE COFFEE, me of the caffeine addiction fame. (I would like to point out this in some way rationalizes my exorbitant spending on coffee) Yet, it is also quite a life failure.

So I should learn how to do all these things I suppose. Ask Joshua what else in our apartment comes with a filter (A. coffee pots B. air conditioners. I am on to something!) Check the oil change sticker. Take out the trash once in a while. Maybe then he will have a minute to fix my blog for me.