Y’all know I started school again, right? Cue Winter Stormageddon 1, 2.0, and potentially 2.5. I’ve been on campus once. (Did I say that Satan would need a snowblower before I went back there? I don’t remember….but it would explain a bit.)
I love scooba running. It smells like I’m not pushing a mop!!!!!
I never thought I’d hear the words “National Enquirer” and “Pulitzer Prize” in the same sentence. Gawker covers why they should win it. While I agree that they /qualify/ for the Pulitzer, I’m quite positive they won’t win it.
My boys do not love weather extremes. Spring and Fall find them happily outside screaming their heads off. Summer and Winter? Newp, nu-uh, not happening, noway. I couldn’t get them to go outside right now if I paid them to. And yes, I had cash in hand…
And speaking of my boys, my wild wonderful boys….tell me something. How do you (specific, not general) clean their toothbrushes after one too many swordfights that ended with the loser crying and his toothbrush in the floor (eew) or in the sink that needed to be rinsed (because it’s full of toothpaste and spit)? Right now the urge is to soak them in listerine, boil them, rinse again with peroxide, and then go out and buy whole new toothbrushes (except for that whole snow/ice thing that has me making all kinds of excuses against leaving the house while I *cough* do homework). (It does go without saying that a toothbrush that falls in the toilet is automatically trashed isn’t it? Oh just the thought makes me gag…)
And speaking of homework, one of my Soc classes requires blog entries. I find that both wonderful and ironic, given the fact that My Sainted Mama is CONVINCED that I’m addicted to the computer*.
I finally relented and let the dog in the house to sleep. Yes, she has a dogloo. With a bed. I’m not really sure WHAT I was thinking, but we now have an indoor/outdoor doggie.
I found out that replacing the keyboard on my laptop is a five-minute job (once I get the parts). (Not plug and play, y’all. A whole new LAPTOP keyboard.)
And this concludes our afternoon ramble. Please return your trays and seats to the upright position, make sure your seatbelt is fastened and your crap is put up before you return to reality.
PS – I am computer addicted. When I’m not at work. Or folding laundry. Or cleaning the bathrooms. Or reading. Or shoveling snow. Or mowing the yard. Or shopping.
PPS – I’ve spent the entire day in my jammies. It’s been heavenly. And relaxing.