And hung all the clothes out and then had to bring them in before they were dry due to rain and blah, blah, blah.
Before you get all up and congratulate me or anything, please note that I did very little desperately needed dusting and what I did was hardly what you'd call "dusting" but more like "spreading Lloyd greasy black dust around."
Whatever. It smells really good. If you like the scent of Fabuloso, vinegar, and bleach.
Which I do.
I also smell like those things now which I'm not sure is what every husband wants his wife to smell like when he gets home from a long day of work but hopefully the smell of venison meatloaf and apple/blueberry cobbler will distract him from that.
Yes. Yes I do live in the fifties and don't you wish you did too?
Oh wait. You don't? Well, please take into account that I wear ugly overalls 99% of the time and he never complains and he makes MY martinis.
So. Favorite quote of the day:
Federal District Court Judge Bunning on hearing that so-called Christian woman (or as I call her, pawn of the devil) who refuses to issue marriage licenses because God told her not to because it is now the law that HOMOSEXUALS can legally and constitutionally be married, would also not authorize her deputies to issue the legal licenses, said:
"Okay. Jail it is."
Bless her heart.
And dear Jo of Infantasia shared this on Facebook with me.
Sure. It's over seven minutes long. So what? You got something better to do than watching Bruce Springsteen dance with his mama?
Love you whether you watch it or not.