I'm still doing the Time Change math which makes me a complete and utter slob and lazy ass. I didn't get out of bed until eight this morning which is really nine and if sleep was a competitive sport, Wheaties would be breaking down my door to get me to sign a contract.
And wouldn't that be cool?
Well, I've never done a damn thing that would be considered worth payment (with the possible exception of certain physical activities in my younger years and of course, I did those for free) and I doubt I'll start doing anything of monetary value any time soon either.
Are we tired of the Woe Is Me thing yet?
Well, I have a full day of possible activities in front of me including taking the trash and calling The Dish Network to see if we can figure out why our signal keeps going out. I have a feeling it's branches getting in the way of the dish but I told Mr. Moon I'd try. If it IS branches, this will entail hiring a guy with a bucket truck to remedy. Life is not easy in Lloyd. Never has been. People used to have to till the soil and chop their own firewood and make their own lye soap and raise and butcher their own meat and now (the horror!) we have to hire someone with a bucket truck so that our satellite TV will come in properly.
And maybe I'll be going to Monticello. I found a full jar of the Hollywood Beauty Body Butter in Mr. Moon's bathroom cabinet so I don't have that as an excuse but I do desperately need some dog shampoo.
Jesus Christ I have the most boring life on the planet.
Time to let the chickens out!