Just a little post to say that I'm supposed to be ready, showered, shaved and shiny by 2:00pm and it's now a bit after 1pm and I'm still clicking and clacking away on my 'puter 'stead of washing the skank from my bod.
Why the rush?
We have a 2pm lunch date with our friends, their newish baby and four juicy steaks.
So - I guess the least I can do is not smell like day old ickies, huh? I mean - they're gonna hand me their extrememly fragile babykins and I really don't wanna smell like this morning adult Romper Room session with yesterday's eyemakeup somewhere around my second chin, right?
All right, fine.
Since I've now voiced my "meh-ish" of hygeine for the day (really and truly want a Holly-sized bubble, climate-controlled and easily transportable in which to be a truly kept woman for Xmas) I will go and hop in the shower, scrub the necessary parts and, just to torment the neighbors, sing some really old and really worn-out Alanis Morisette song that will make them all start hunting for new abodes far far away from me and my twangy angst-ridded voice.
.... Nope... still here.
All I know is that if I'm still sitting here at the kitchen table, bra-less, dirty and with a half-braid in my sticky hair when Harry comes home I'm in deeeeeep sh -
ACK - THE GARAGE DOOR! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
4 comments:
It's only a little after noon here. So, there ya go. Making a two o'clock meeting should be a freakin' cakewalk.
Thanks for bringing up that whole steak thing and turning me into a drooler. Now I've got to pull myself together and get to the butcher and start making my cardiologist twitch.
-Dan
Ha, just got the giggles here. Hope your got cleaned up nicely and am now snuggling fresh baby.
Julie
If harry's as smart as I think he is he told you the lunch date was for 2pm when, in fact, it was at 4pm.
At least, that's what I do to my missus.
B. x
I hope you made it to the shower in time before Harry walked in the door! Linda
Post a Comment