Not that it matters. Andy works Saturdays also, so this isn't a weekend starter. But we swam today so the kids are wiped out. I'm ordering a pizza. I need vitamin e since I keep burning and wrinkling. i wish there was a vitamin to lift post-nursing boobs. I'd take it till they bopped my chin. Sorry, brother.
What to do tonight? I'm ordering pizza, so I don't care about dinner out. Maybe a movie. I don't think Andy has seen Indy yet, so maybe? I hate getting babysitting. I went to the gym for a 9:45 class. That means I left at 9:15 am, and I got back home at 4:15. How many hours is that? Whatever it is, it's long. I don't really like to come home once I leave. Plus, I burnt the roast into a charcoal briquette last night and the house smells like nasty. the smoke smell has a distinct cigarette smell. I ran out of Febreze. I'm burning those little Febreze candles. It only sorta helps. The pot is still outside in the wheelbarrow. I thought I had burned the house down.
I gotta go order this pizza. To bad I don't drink Coke anymore - that is the perfect compliment. Sometimes it makes me feel like my right hand is lopped off. Really, like I grew another hand. Where it was once solely occupied holding a can and therefore unavailable, it is now just flopping around lacking purpose. I'll have to get root beer. That is the runner up compliment to pizza.
1I didn't, what's it called, round up my thoughts as usual. Since I'm cracking up. MARSHAL. I didn't marshal them. This is me on a good day in the mental fog of disjointed thinking called I am not on mania meds and I think I need them. So, there you have it. Good day. I said Good Day!
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