Lord....
Okay...lem'me see if I can get this straight.
I last went to bed about 1:30 Thursday morning. I was up again at around 3:00am til about 5a. Then, I slept from 5a til about 10a. I got up, went and met the horse, came back, went back and got him, got back here with him about 12:30 this morning and since then, I've cleaned the house and been out to visit him a few times.Not to even mention that, yesterday before we left, Eric shaved off his beard. Jeezus, what a sweet lil face he has. *grinning at the thought*
And, about an hour after we got back this morning my lil friend showed up.
AND...there are gonna be kidS here this weekend....I believe. The same two from the other week, when it got cancelled....remember? Yeah, well...here we go again...lol. House is clean, but not insanely so, there is still kid-food here from last time, so I don't need to get as much of that this time...I'm trying not to get too ready, lest I jinx it or some shit, ya know?
Now...lem'me run this crap by me one more time...house is clean...wash is almost done, dishes are done, catboxes and vacuuming, too...okay.
Good.
Next is a shower. I'm wearing sweats and what feels like about 60 pounds, or so, of hair and it's mine, not Storms. I haven't gotten done everything I want to do yet, but, when George gets home, we have to go to the store, so I have to do the last few things in a stupid order. So, shower, wash the hair...go to the store, get back, do dinner and go groom Storm. I know I'm gonna wind up covered in horsehair and dust again, but hell...it smells soooo good. That kinda 'not exactly clean' is way much better than I feel right this second, lemme tell ya... And, to top it off....as exhausted and crampy as I am, I've only lost my temper twice. I banished my old vacuum from my sight and this house 'cause it pissed me off. I got tired of screwing with it and unplugged it, grabbed it up and threw it out in the carport with the rest of the trash. Little pissant. I'll just use George's loud as a jet one....Heh?!? Wha??? Need earplugs for that booger, but it does suck up some miscellaneous crud.
The other temper tantrum was to throw a rocking chair across the living room. I was trying to slide it out of my way and the rocker on one side caught the edge of a rug in there and bunched it and everything sitting on it all up so I just lifted it and threw it out to my left and did what I was trying to do. Nothing I'd rather do than hafta fight furniture to be able to clean a friggin cat box. That's kinda like racing to a dentist or gynocologist appointment. I put it back like it belonged when I was done, too.
Anyhow, other than thaaaat...I'm...okay, so far. Long as I don't drown in the shower.... Peace.
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