Dusting is dangerous. I took a chunk out of my pinkie knuckle on a shelf corner, nearly lost an eye to the same, dropped a chair foot on my bare foot, and somewhere in all of this, acquired matching bruises on my hipbones.
OK, so the problem is really a lack of awareness of my surroundings when I'm on a mission, but still. And I still have 1/2 the diningroom and bedroom to do. But I'm done for today.
Happy Birthday Cindy!
Although, if you're good about doing address forwarding at the post office, it's not a huge deal for the mailer to do "address service requested" and get all those notices.
My PO tried to throw the alumni associations off by taking my temporary Change-of-Address and deciding to make it permanent. It was kind of nice to lose the junk mail, mildly annoying to lose all magazine subscriptions, and really irritating to have to deal with voter registration and bills. And the alumni STILL found me.
Oh, yeah, that guy. I usually see him near the Walgreen's by Water Tower Place.
I wonder how I've missed him. Several times this past month my dinner came from that Walgreens. (Vitamin Water and muffins!)
Sarameg, put down the Pledge, and step away from the dust rag.
Connie, have you seen last week's HIMYM?
No, I don't watch that one.
Never fear, I'm moved on to stabbing myself doing dishes. Next up: insulin shot ( though I already jammed the needle into the side of my finger recapping it this am, so maybe I'm safe now.)
Just having a really klutzy day.
Especially considering how much hair grief the newbie always got.
Dusting is dangerous.
Proving, once again, my theory that housekeeping, properly done, can kill you.
Car~ma, connie!
I haven't seen the latest Scrubs, yet, so can't really comment on the hair, but I would bet good money that when this season comes out on DVD there will be commentary tracks explaining Cox's tonsorial shenanigans. Sometimes it seems like all they talk about is hair.