Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sad Little Sunday
Guys, I am falling down, foaming at the mouth exhausted. I have been a hurricane the past two days and these old bones and brains are fried because shaving off sleep is how we do all the other things. Plus, minor Xanax mishaps, randomly speaking, can ruin your life, as can an accidental purchase of some 70's relic jeans.
Okay, I cannot move nor type. I just sucked an orange and a brown Reese's Piece off the keyboard like an aardvark. That's clean.
Today I must hope for an extended blink before scrubbing every inch of my house before Emily and Big arrive. That's all. Just everything.
My suggestions for you guys:
-How did our bleach load(s) go? I wan to hear success stories to compensate for these bleach elitists.
-Dishes? Got 'em whipped?
-Please take the Reese's away from me.
-Dump your purse and clean it all out.
-Clean surfaces, minimal clutter, use your movements, and MUSIC!
You all have such better attitudes about cleaning than you once did. Obviously I take all the credit. Also, who are you again?