I hate vacuuming. It's like wrestling with an octopus.

I hate vacuuming. It's like wrestling with an octopus.

Clutching an anchor. Also a hater.

Shit, I need to add "Call cleaning service" to my task list. Polgara's recommended people were good, and I am bad. I'm trying to tidy as I move around so it's cleanable, but I need professional help.

I was flipping through the videos I have on my network, and I found "Departing Space Station Commander Provides Tour Of Orbital Laboratory" and I've never felt so spitefully jealous of astronauts as right now. I think I may understand my "Mars Ho" ex-roomie a bit better now, but I suspect she wants to execute science. That's not really a priority for me.

It is fucking hot, and these people in Europe don't believe in air conditioning. They just run around in 100-degree heat, looking all chic and continental.

Damn them and their chic continentalness! Where do they learn it?

Dim sum was had, though both friends who were supposed to come bailed--one texted, the other said she had thought we were meeting at 1:30, not 11:30. Oops. Ah well. Then we ransacked Goodwill. Yay, sister.

My ability to find horizontal surfaces to nap on on mornings of days I need to start cleaning remains epic.

Oh, yes! just thinking about cleaning makes me sleepy!

I too, bruise easily and I have my mother's nearly transparent skin so my veins look like road maps. You can imagine how well the bruises show. I discover new ones in the shower all the time. "wow, that's a big one, you'd think I would remember that happening!"

I can injure myself on anything. It's a proven fact.

I also hate vacuuming, but it's the noise. I'd rather use an old fashioned broom than put up with it. I keep my hair short so I don't need a hairdryer.

I have Ki! Love that color.

I keep my hair short so I don't need a hairdryer.

I don't use a hairdryer no matter what the length of my hair. Okay, I use one maybe 5-10 times a year, but not often. The one cut I had that required a hairdryer was a bob, and I grew it out when I realized that 2 toddlers = no time to style my hair in the morning.

Wedding went off without a hitch, cousin of the mother's bride was content with the flowers I put in front of the offending mulch, rain held off until the very last guest got their car from the valet. Hopefully there won't be any complaining missives to the rental administrator. Very pretty wedding.

My hair would never be dry if I didn't use a hairdryer, unless it were shorter than like an inch. It took hours to dry just from sweating this afternoon.

I can now cross having a threesome under the open sky in a backyard swimming pool off my bucket list. Needless to say, it was a fun afternoon.

You chose well, Matt.