It's officially Spring ...
the flowers are finally blooming, the grass is tall and shaggy, lacrosse/softball/baseball are in full swing
and my house is a disaster.
I never have more than five minutes to sit in front of the computer
or read my favorite blogs
or do Facebook
much less compose a written-worthy thought.
I'm a Springtime slacker
and I know it.
Hedy, Pos, Mya,
thanks for your comments and kind words
and I desperately wish to reciprocate ...
but I must dash.
I'm off to my next unscheduled, chaotic time-wasting outdoors event.
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Folks, "disaster" here is a relative term. Think not "oh my, I wonder if anyone survived" or even "ew, people LIVE like this?"
Think instead "oh dear. It's a bit dusty, and there's a bit of clutter around."
darling, please do not undermine my attempts to overestimate and hyperinflate the inadequate quality of household cleanliness around here -- if I can't exaggerate here, then where else can I?!
Sorry. Didn't realize you wuz evokin' a mood.
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