So the Chore Whore is supposed to come out and tell you all that you should be Terminating Trash today, but Ashley has kind of decided that life is too hard today.
So instead I'm watching some fat lady with bad hair and a gold lame unitard do "glitter hands" on Yo Gabba Gabba. The kids on the show are wearing skin tight gold lame pants that match. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
The laundry couch is flooded (I did get my flip fold and it is AMAZING and INSPIRING, just not on a day that I've decided life is too hard), my sink is not shiny and little kid has left a trail of toys, books, papers and kitchen implements all over the house, lanai and deck. I might be behind on work but I don't even know (or care, honestly).
I did do really well working stuff out yesterday.
I just wish stuff stayed done.
By the way, my neighbor wasn't killing and burying his wife (unfortunately). I hear her out there screaming in Spanish (because screaming is all she does) at her peons. So there goes that hope. Also, she's not THAT old, nor was she a teacher. She's a CPA in her fifties. I have no idea why I have to call her Mrs.
I have lots and lots and lots to say. I've got like 5 posts backlogged in my brain. So maybe I'll accomplish that today.
Maybe I'll set a timer and do 15 minutes worth of something productive and then reward myself with more couch time.
(by the way, that is a gold, lame-like the fabric unitard, not lame-as in queer...same difference though)