Thanks for looking anyway, Em. the mere thought of it makes me chuckle.
So far I have:
-- gotten cigarettes
-- cleaned the bathroom
-- watched TV
Showering is on the agenda.
EDIT: After I shower, I think I'll take in the 7:10 show of Constantine. I haven't read the comics, so I have no deviation from the source angst. And all my girlfriends are in Chicago; I regretfully bowed out of the bacholerette party there, trying to be all fiscally responsible: I think spending $8 on a movie is a financially sound decision.
I found out who my killer is.
Wow. It's like that Sci-Fi channel Michael Keaton movie!
Emily has tagged one of my favorite lines from that episode.
Bwah! Guess I have to stop popping my gum, huh?
"I told him if he popped that gum, one more time..." And he did.
Such an independent baby. She loves loves loves just laying in her bassinett and kicking and chattering to herself.
"I told him if he popped that gum, one more time..." And he did.
So I fired a warning shot.
Right.
Through.
His.
Head.
I've accomplished a lot today. Not as much as I'd hoped, but still a lot. I only stopped because my mom called and noticed that I was getting a bit punchy and she told me that if I didn't stop, bad things would happen with paint and spills and so on.
I'm going to email my realtor tomorrow and push the on-the-market date back a few days. I already feel a lot less stressed.