Here I sit, procrastinating like there's no to...morrow....
Nevermind.
I've got to get to the laundry...must...dry...clothes. And it's not that I don't want to do it, but see, the dryer is outside. Well, no, it's in the garage, but it's a drafty, cold garage and I have to walk 50 or so feet to reach it...and there's this snow on the ground, and I'm wearing flip flops. So many issues, no solutions...
Is that all as completely ridiculous as I think it probably is?
Yes?
Oh, good, we're on the same page then.
...righto (really Cristen?), off to do the sensible thing and find someone else to get the laundry to the dryer...wait no, I mean, find some boots. Yeah. Boots.
Note: I'm not actually as opposed to housework as I would lead y'all to believe. Ok, well, some days I'm not. Like today...I don't really mind going down into the freezing cold basement, to haul up a basket of heavy, wet clothes, to carry them out into the freezing cold OUT THERE, to tramp through the snow...nope, don't mind.
...actually I don't.
...Who am I trying to convince here, anyway?!
I need help. Like, an intervention, to get me to stop typing and go do stuff...
OKAY, I'm going.
It won't be any fun at all, but I'll do it...because I like having clean clothes.
I should hire a maid.
Oh! Right. Going.
Goodbye, cruel world...!