Ah, didn't I sound like a pathetic little whine bitch last night? LOL.

That's what three weeks of hard living and pain killers do to me. I'm sssooooo much better when I behave myself.

Today was lovely, just lovely. A beautiful day - went for a run. Did loads of stuff on the house and might actually be done with laundry. Undid some half stuff the Rebel left for me, had great fun banging about with the hammer. Of course, I'm still somewhat embarassed about my foot high grass (weeds), but none of my neighbors have (yet) given me the evil eye.

Janey Mac! The Madster just got herself all tangled up in my electrical cordage for the laptop, and the lamp, and the printer and pulled the lamp to the floor before I realized what she was doing. Silly pup!

I've discovered that I'm one of those mad cleaners who must pull out every single item in a room before beginning to clean. For example, I decided that I should get all my damn clothes out of the living room (because having a pile of knickers on the coffee table is so darn classy). But in order to do this, I decided that I needed to pull every single item out of my wardrobe and rearrange everything while I was there. The first trip to the downstairs closet led to me cleaning out that closet and throwing away bunches of shit I don't need anymore. The trip to the kitchen for trash bags led me to scrub out the toaster, which led me to bleaching the sink. Get the drift?

Eventually, though, everything was done. Well...almost. I haven't vacuumed. Nor did I finish the tile. Nor have I picked up all the nails from my destruction project.

But I'm wide arsed awake (for a while at least) so I'll go and tackle one of those three.

Everyone have a smashing weekend!