Swiffer Standard Time

Holy I Feel Dirty.  And this is a far cry from those "Mom, I don't feel fresh" commercials of Things That Girls DON'T Ask Their Moms About.  

More like foggy, yes, I am enjoying a fog in the head today.  I tell myself "enjoying" so that the rest of me goes right along with the pack mentality of the nematoads on Spongebob.  "Enjoying.  Enjoying. Enjoying!" 

I am impressed that I did indeed get a few things done on the Weekend Wishlist, despite my lack of motivation to move out of Bourbon Fields yesterday.  We can check off "drink with a friend."  That lasted for hours.  Like seven of them.  By the time I got home all I had energy for was to walk the child down to get a hot chocolate from a local restaurant and then we noshed in silence, having a slice of pizza from another downtown venue.  And then I put Elf on and snooozzzee........

So I am wringing out today.  

I've done two loads of dishes already this morning and yet the sink is full of them again.  This phenomenon must be related to those birthday candles that you blow out and they stay lit.  Google has already this morning soothed my mind.  The water is coming out cloudy, then clearing up. Pretty normal, right?  It doesn't usually happen here.  And especially with cold water.  I checked in with my Browser Boyfriend Google and he said that it is most likely an abundance of Calcium in the water.  Which is precisely why months ago, I switched my male guinea pigs to bottled water.  Too much calcium in their bodies will cause stones.  Betcha didn't know that.  Makes you want a goldfish now, huh?

Then I was told that I was googled yesterday.  So I decided to try it myself.  EW!!!!  The MySpace account that I used to use is still there!!!!  Nothing makes me feel so outdated and exposed for some reason as seeing this MySpace account.  I know, most of us have done it....I shouldn't be so hard on myself.  I also found a bunch of comments made under my name on various YouTube videos, compliments of my 13 year old daughter.  

On a high note, I picked up short nails yesterday to hang the stockings.  So we're getting somewhere.  As for now, I think I'll attempt to blow out those trick candles in the sink and have a first date with that new Swiffer that I have.  I'm dying to see if it adds hours to my day like the commercials say.  Like Swiffer Savings Time.  And it being a brisk 45 degrees today, the track might be calling me to some sort of penance for my long affair with bourbon yesterday.