Could I be anymore blahed out? Probably not.
We're having friends over tonight so we spent today making the house presentable. It's still not squeaky clean but it'll do. It comforts me that the people coming over have pets too. I've never been to their house but I tell myself in my mind that it must be messier than mine since they have more pets than we do. That thought comforts me as I try to nonchalantly pick Stinky Dog hair off of their kid when he finds it.
Something the exwife said to Sweety the other day - "She (speaking of me, the great and fabulous Chickie) does things with the boys that you can't do!" This was spoken rather scornfully as if Sweety does nothing with they boys and I do all of the fun things with them. It occurred to me today that I do things that she does not do with them either. Pot calling the kettle black, yes?
Is anyone else out there watching Flight of the Conchords? It is so odd. I am addicted.
It seems that I started this post with the intention of saying something of worth but it has flitted from my brain.
I'm going to go sniff the furniture while it still smells like cleaning polish.