I'm with Calvin. Sundays suck. Sunday isn't a day off. Sunday is the day before you have to spend the week doing crap you don't want to do, and it's the day that you spend preparing for that week's worth of crap. I got up an hour ago.
Today I have to take all my Christmas decorations down.
I have to get 5 days worth of clothes ready so I don't have tob do laundry during the week. I have to do the household laundry so everyone has clean clothes and fresh fluffy towels. I have to clean the kitty dishes, and I have to at the very least glaze and frisket the squid. I have to drink more tea and thank the universe for everything.
How do you say thank you?
Edit: I took my Christmas stuff down, but haven't yet put them away. I'm ready for the week, wardrobe-wise. And consider the squid glazed and frisketed.
I did not have tea and I'll thank the universe in a minute. Oh! Kitty dishes!
Goodnight Moon.
Today I have to take all my Christmas decorations down.
I have to get 5 days worth of clothes ready so I don't have tob do laundry during the week. I have to do the household laundry so everyone has clean clothes and fresh fluffy towels. I have to clean the kitty dishes, and I have to at the very least glaze and frisket the squid. I have to drink more tea and thank the universe for everything.
How do you say thank you?
Edit: I took my Christmas stuff down, but haven't yet put them away. I'm ready for the week, wardrobe-wise. And consider the squid glazed and frisketed.
I did not have tea and I'll thank the universe in a minute. Oh! Kitty dishes!
Goodnight Moon.
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I'm ROFLing at this. Nonstop.
I do like to think that at various times I'm as honest as an altar boy, as tasty as a tuna fish, and as dangerous as a soldier.