Obvious Lesson For The Day

Procrastination does not pay. Yesterday, after spending most of my time straightening up the house for a showing, I found out that the people needed to reschedule for today. Great! That gives me time to veg out, watch tv and get to bed early. Look at that, I even have time to waste on surfing the Internet and catching up on my blog reading. Because, really, why not put it off? All I had left to do was laundry folding (and putting away), dishes and counter cleaning, cleaning out the bird cage, and sweeping. All the other stuff was done and the house actually looked pretty decent. So, I put it off. I actually went to bed at the insane early hour of 10:00. And, then, lucky me, I woke up this morning with a headache. Not even a regular, little, easy to ignore headache. Nope, a this will be a migraine no matter what you do headache. So, now, after medicine and napping and lots of water, I'm unable to make myself finish the cleaning. The headache has moved in and refuses to budge. It's letting me know that a) I'm not really an alien (no matter what CBAD thinks) and they're now pinging the chip implanted in my head, too or b) I am an alien and this is my punishment from the Mother Ship for not denying it vehemently enough yesterday and apparently giving my secret away. Either way, it stinks and I have to get back to my cleaning. If only I had just one more day...

Seven Reasons Why Tuesday Turned Out To Be Better Than Monday

In no particular order:

1. Hugh Laurie visits my TV on Tuesday nights.
2. A surprise pay raise means that maybe we can pay the unexpected speeding ticket
3. Nobody in the house is running a fever.
4. An IM half-marathon. Placating or not, I liked it.
5. Interesting ice cream flavors (Breyer's Caramel Pretzel)
6. Someone wants to look at our house.
7. A mostly tear free, whine free day (The kids were pretty good, too :).

Tuesday Has To Be Better

There is a reason people don't like Mondays. Too many things go wrong on Mondays. Unexpected trips to the airport, unexpected speeding ticket from an unexpectedly uncalibrated speedometer, unexpected illness striking Liv, unexpected phone calls, unexpected request for more money resulting in an unexpected drop in the already depleted bank account, unexpected beavers unexpectedly working overtime on an unexpected rainy night. I've already promised that I won't be throwing any more curveballs for a long, long time so, please, Tuesday, be nice and only hold happy surprises. We could use a few.

The Ump Calls It

It's Ball 1 and the pitcher has been caught throwing with closed eyes. It's a rookie mistake. She forgot to focus on the game at hand and ignore the sounds of the crowd, noisy and demanding in the stands. Hopefully, the batter will realize, take a deep breath, and willingly step back up to the plate for the second pitch.

Because I Never Have Time To Say It, I'm Saying It Now

You know, the thing I miss the most is that mysterious sense of ease that came with post-midnight conversations and freakish mutual mind reading. It just stood up and walked away without saying goodbye, leaving me to wonder what the heck happened and wishing I too knew the secret to forgetting the early days of friendship.