I HAVE to get organized -- my house is a disaster, and my office....shudder.
And I can't get shit done when everything surrounding me is literally crapulous.
And being clean and organized is incredibly mood-lifting for me. It happens so rarely.
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I HAVE to get organized -- my house is a disaster, and my office....shudder.
And I can't get shit done when everything surrounding me is literally crapulous.
And being clean and organized is incredibly mood-lifting for me. It happens so rarely.
Reason number 577 why I love my neighborhood...
I had to run MANY errands today, what with the being essentially out of the country for 17 days starting tomorrow. I had them all planned out, and essentially went in a big circle around the city. My third to last stop was for a pedicure, which I left in flip flops (it's like 17 degrees here). Next was the pharmacy. I picked up my prescriptions and went to leave when the pharmacist that I love yelled from behind the counter, "Valerie! Get some socks on!"
Then it was off to the library to return, well, overdue library books. Dropped them off and turned to leave...got almost out the door when the librarian I know (who was on the phone when I dropped off the books) yells, "Valerie! Where are your socks? You're going to freeze to death!"
I may live in the city, but I live in a very small neighborhood.
Nora, peace to you and yours. {{}}
I should put the puppy down and work on unpacking a box or two, but she's warm, fuzzy and snoring in my lap. It seems a shame to disturb her. (Spoiled? No, of course my puppy isn't spoiled. Why do you ask?)
Sox's DH just called to ask how we were feeling, because Sox is in the ER, having come down with some sort of bronchial-feverish-stomach-ick plague since they left here on Sunday. Wish her luck and re-hydration ~ma.
Reported by Sox's DH:
Iris: Why are we here?
SoxDH: (Explains mom is a patient and they have to wait for a doctor.)
Iris: I don't have any patience!
(Iris' grandmother has picked her up and taken her home.)
Oh, poor Sox! Fast recovery wished.
Fortune cookie:
You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy.
How is that a fortune?
Best get well wishes to Sox!
GC, sorry about your bathroom remodel problem. How frustrating!
You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy.
How is that a fortune?
It's not a fortune cookie; it's a platitude cookie.
You can't get fortune cookies with actual fortunes anymore. Umm... somebody might sue!
It's a "you're fortunate" cookie.