I know I'm getting old when my Friday night consists of vacuuming and steaming the floors and feeling a sense of accomplishment. This is quite the departure from my younger years, before children, when there was always somewhere to be and someone who could possibly entertain you all weekend. Now it's just me and my steam vac. Oh, and my dog. I finally introduced her to the new place today. There's enough of a fenced in yard for her to play outside and chase lizards. I'm watching her out the french doors. She will have to be retrained in some ways. She's been jumping on my bed and the couch with her bone. It's just us bitches tonight.
Tonight will be a quiet one. My parents took the children for a weekend of fun and frolic. Originally, I planned on escaping this little town for the weekend for the big city. Finances, complications, lack of a travel guide all kept me home. Oh, and there's plenty to do here. You never know how much crap you have until you move. I, for one, have too much of everything; however, my socks and panties are missing. Where do they go? Where?
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