Well... pfft. That was easy...
'Course, I think I got off light.
I fed the two tiny people big (two sloppy joes, mac and cheese and chips each) and after they ate, they went into their "fort" (under the pull-out sofa bed, draped with blankets) in the livingroom and weren't seen again til this morning.
I could hear 'em in there, giggling and carrying on for a bit, then... nuttin'. Fast asleep, both of 'em.
Looks loooots better, now. Even better, I found a Jeff Foxworthy VHS tape in the pile where we threw the siding. People can be soooo stupid, throwing away GOLD like that. (And yeah, once I did find (and still have) a small, very heavy, oddly shaped hunka something gold.) House is still mostly clean, I'm slogging through the wash and later, after ever'body is gone, I'm going out to get some "shit" for my hair. The same waitress who suggested my "colors" thing has also been waiting for me to do this thing to my hair.
I've never done it before, not like this anyway.
I'm not saying what it is til it's done. I don't wanna jinx myself.
(I am such a wuss about fuckin' with my hair... Gawd.)
I'm gonna do that and my nails.
If all goes even halfway well, I'll get all this shit done before dark and be able to go to bed and be ready for work. If not?
I'll still make it, somehow. Anyhoo... guess I'd better keep on it. Wash is waitin'. Peace
Comments
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You do realise you've become June Cleaver, right?
Fussing about your wardrobe.
Agonising about your hair.
Worrying about laundry.
Doing your nails.
Baking cakes.
Oy vey.
Fussing about your wardrobe.
Agonising about your hair.
Worrying about laundry.
Doing your nails.
Baking cakes.
Oy vey.
Posted by: Light & Dark at April 17, 2005 03:35 PM (+Ds2b)
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Hi Love,
But June Cleaver didn't have a menagerie
of several species of animal life, and June didn't have sex, of course. Back in those days,
children were the product of partheogenesis, and famiies were limited to one dog. Dogs were either comical or world-class heroes who could round up a group of 23 baddies and hold them for the sheriff, or who could find the unconscious victim of an accident (or foul play), and run 17 miles to town and convince authorities to bring a complete rescue crew to save him. But I suppose you could be called a modern-day Mrs. Cleaver...
if not a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde..
Hi Love,
But June Cleaver didn't have a menagerie
of several species of animal life, and June didn't have sex, of course. Back in those days,
children were the product of partheogenesis, and famiies were limited to one dog. Dogs were either comical or world-class heroes who could round up a group of 23 baddies and hold them for the sheriff, or who could find the unconscious victim of an accident (or foul play), and run 17 miles to town and convince authorities to bring a complete rescue crew to save him. But I suppose you could be called a modern-day Mrs. Cleaver...
if not a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde..
Posted by: haveayen at April 19, 2005 10:40 PM (X3UAW)
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