WHAT a weekend.

When Will gets a wild hair... Our washing machine broke on Thursday? Maybe Friday. Our disposal broke on Saturday. This deluge of bad luck in need of attention apparently made him feel a surge of what I can only call Manly Fix-It-ness. He bought and installed a new washer; he turned our power off and on for hours while he repaired (after 6 YEARS mind you) the broken light fixture in the entryway, AND tried to get the disposal working (unfortunately to no avail); and he stocked our freezers with an entire cow's worth of beef that his parents brought over. And that was just on Saturday. Sunday, he decided it was time to organize the entire orphanage's worth of toys in our den and get them moved into the kids' rooms. That took us all day, I went to knitting in the middle of it anyway, and in all honesty, it's not really done. Unless we want the toys in boxes and bins all over the kids' rooms. I think we need to still get rid of 2/3 of the toys even through we already threw away everything broken and incomplete. I wish that new law about packaging/testing didn't make the Goodwill incapable of taking perfectly good, practically new toys. Garage sales are a HUGE PITA and Criagslist scares me...

And the disposal is still not working. I think he got it where it will at least drain water so that I can do dishes if I am careful not to let food go down the drain. Wish me luck!