Just once I'd like to see it happen.
Like to the guy who says it wasn't his fault that he smashed into your car while you were stopped at the light.
He'd be a good one to start with.
(No, it didn't happen to me.)
So I won't tell you that my house is in order yet.
One corner of my house is clean.
The holiday stuff is almost put away and the three inches of dust has been vacuumed.
It's so sunny outside that I feel like I'm already suffering from the spring cleaning crazies.
After the flu hell I'm ready to get things accomplished.
If you look closely you'll see that I neglected to remove the mistletoe from the sconces.
It's hiding behind the topiaries on the mantle.
It was too late to drag the ladder back in last night.
Baby ostrich is in place...what? That's freakish you say?
He's cute and I live in the nut house instead of on a farm, so he's very appropriate.
He amuses me.
Mistletoe gone, ladder put away, morning light thru the windows
and satisfaction is approaching.
But, oh...there's this.
The truth shall set you free...and stop your pants from bursting into flames.
I can light a fire under my butt and get moving when I need to.
Like now...so I can watch Addison and Jake get married on the final episode of Private Practice.
BTW, the new giveaway starts this Friday.