Monday, December 10, 2007
It is ten o'clock at night and I'm gazing around my house. One might venture to ask what exactly I did all day. It couldn't have been mopping-I have spots on my kitchen floor. It couldn't have been doing dishes-I have dishes in my sink. It couldn't have been doing laundry-I have a load sitting in the basket next to my couch. It couldn't have been picking up-I have a stuffed giraffe attempting to cook a little wooden pizza for a midnight snack in the middle of my living-room floor. Exactly what have I been doing with my day? I must have dreamed I cleaned my house (although I prefer the dream of a balmy deserted island with a fabulous book to read and a studly cabana boy bringing me cute drinks with little umbrellas in them). *Sigh* I guess this means I must attempt to set my house in order, yet again, tomorrow.