I loathe cleaning the bathroom (as mentioned), but since Tim picks up dog poops in the backyard and cleans the litterboxes (which I can't really do b/c the litter dust aggravates my asthma big time), I feel like cleaning the human bathroom is only fair. Meh.

What's your most hated chore?

Ironing.

All my chores are the most hated. Which is why I put them in my outlook calendar so when I skip them, they show up in RED letters and hound me until they get done.

That's an excellent motivation for getting that chore done.

Last year I faxed all my stuff in on the last day and they DIDN'T GET IT, so I lost all that money. Not letting that happen this year. Will be printing a fax confirmation and calling them if I don't hear something in a week.

That sounds like equitable division of parenting icks, Steph. H took care of vomit, we split fevers, I did poop, diarrhea, splinters, broken bones, knocked out teeth, general blood, and psyhological counseling. And happily accepted that division.

Thanks for the good wishes. I had a lovely dinner out last night, and two hilarious cards from H, several pretty ones from friends. And the breakfront in the dining room is nearly finished (!) and I got the last framed art hung in my office (chores and tasks done count as presents). I'm a lucky girl.

What's your most hated chore? Mine's vacuuming. I will procrastinate by scrubbing toilets and doing laundry, re-orging closets, or even dusting so I don't get around to vacuuming. Second hated: scrubbing the tub or shower.

Floors in general are my nemeses. Not sure why.

Like Amy, I'll put anything away. Sorting and organizing is actually relaxing to me. It is my go-to procrastination.

Friends will actually comment on the order in my closet. If I could alphabetize my clothes, I would.

But the floors...ugh.

I love to iron, if I can do it in front of the TV. I also had to iron for work at H&M, so I got used to it.

Thanks again for the congrats!

And people who really watch Nikita! That is even more exciting.

chores and tasks done count as presents

This is totally me. On the '5 Love Languages' scale, I'm way, way into 'acts of service' over touch, talk, gifts and quality time. Waaaay over.

With no current beau. Bartleby is picking up the slack doing his duty with cuteness, being healthy and providing yeoman's service as the dish pre-rinse cycle.

I'm definitely doing some cooking today because I just went to the little organic store to get chow and cleaned out their "free to a good home" table. I got just slightly wrinkled red and yellow peppers, celery, and five pints of heirloom cherry tomatoes. I'm thinking sauce of some sort.