Tonight the Aggie and I have to get a lot accomplished:
Packing for our 10-day trip to Virginia. (Doesn't seem horrible until you factor in we have to pack clothing, medication and toiletries for ourselves and our pooches.)
Wrapping gifts.
Washing clothing.
Getting the house ready to leave.
Shopping for gloves/hats.
Finishing up end-of-the-year products for our prospective employers.
Have pre-going-to-your-folk's-house-for-a-week sex.
Like I said, there is a lot to do. Some more important than others. And to top it off? I have the worst headache I've ever had (at least since the last time I typed that exact sentence.) And? I'm tired and completely unmotivated to do any of the things on that list. Except for the sex part -- speaking of, did you see my bling?
Well, at least we got our Christmas cards out. Sort of. I will not be surprised at all if I left someone off the list. If you're that person -- sorry. Take comfort in that my Christmas card efforts were bipolar and half-assed, at best. So it's nothing personal. Unless you consider my having The Crazy personal. In which case, you probably are afflicted as well and have way bigger fish to fry and pondering where your Christmas card from Momma Pug is.
Packing for our 10-day trip to Virginia. (Doesn't seem horrible until you factor in we have to pack clothing, medication and toiletries for ourselves and our pooches.)
Wrapping gifts.
Washing clothing.
Getting the house ready to leave.
Shopping for gloves/hats.
Finishing up end-of-the-year products for our prospective employers.
Have pre-going-to-your-folk's-house-for-a-week sex.
Like I said, there is a lot to do. Some more important than others. And to top it off? I have the worst headache I've ever had (at least since the last time I typed that exact sentence.) And? I'm tired and completely unmotivated to do any of the things on that list. Except for the sex part -- speaking of, did you see my bling?
Well, at least we got our Christmas cards out. Sort of. I will not be surprised at all if I left someone off the list. If you're that person -- sorry. Take comfort in that my Christmas card efforts were bipolar and half-assed, at best. So it's nothing personal. Unless you consider my having The Crazy personal. In which case, you probably are afflicted as well and have way bigger fish to fry and pondering where your Christmas card from Momma Pug is.
1 comments:
I love the fact that STP is the prominent person on your card. It made me giggle uncontrollably when I opened it.
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