How is it than you can get the place clean and then 72 hours later it looks like a tsunami hit? Sometimes I miss being single and living in my bedroom. The rest of the house stayed immaculate so if I ever had company I could just shut my bedroom door. But I guess being surrounded by all this love is worth having a mildly unclean house.
It's kind of weird being home so much now. I'm not used to all the togetherness. I have a lot less time to myself. For almost our whole marriage I've worked an odd schedule. I hope we can survive seeing each other so much. I forgot if I'm going to be seeing Sweety more then that also means I'll get to be around more if he happens to be in a bad mood.
Oy's taxi arrived yesterday. She can hardly wait to go out on the town. Sweety almost had a kitten when he saw it. I was trying to point out the features on it that I liked so much (pockets on the sides for my things, leash on the inside so she doesn't sail out, little fur lined window so her chin doesn't get chafed when she's hanging out her head to see where she's going) but he wasn't interested. Even the fact that I got it on eBay for nickels did not comfort him. I love eBay.
We need a nap before tackling the house.