And to think...

I almost forgot to post entirely, despite opening up the "post" page, first thing this morning.

Unfortunately, while I have indeed remembered my vow to post every day, I have completely forgotten what witty little gem I was going to share you today, from the House of Flying Monkeys.

So, instead, I'll share with you, my lovely reader (notice the singular, I do not have unrealistic expectations, three children has slowly beaten that out of me), my day.

I actually got up, on time, today. Which, in and of itself, deserves it's own blog. I've found myself hitting the snooze button more and more lately, to the point of, "I can hit it one more time, if I don't shower this morning", to "I wonder how much time putting on socks shaves off my time".

However, I not only manged to drag myself out of bed, but was fully dressed, with minimal make-up on, and hair dragged back into tiny, pathetic pigtails, by the time Marilou arrived with Evan this morning. I got the kids safely off to school, with nary a "If you don't get your bookbag this minute, I swear, I will beat you into submission, until your ears bleed".

I did 8 listings on eBay, in an attempt to clean out some closets, and make some extra cash. I went to the grocery store, where I managed to stay within budget (again, a subject that deserves it's own post). I came home, put away the groceries, even stopping to clean out the shelf on the pantry where I keep pasta, as well as scrubbing out my fridge, which I think, may solely have been to blame for the recent beef recall. I made dinner (chicken boobies with stuffing and beans), did homework with the kidlets, even remembered to do flash cards with them. Then, I popped in White Christmas, because really, who can't find a good chuckle watching Bing and Danny in drag, singing out being sisters, and made chocolate chip cookies. I remembered to call my marketing/printer dude, and inquire, again, about the business cards that I desperately need for this weekend's ginourmous show. I did not get around to painting the lattice backdrop that Doug and 2nd husband built last week, for this weekend's aforementioned show. I will surely regret that with the fire of a thousands suns (which I will be wishing for the heat from), when I have to go outside and paint it tomorrow, when it will be in the 40's, as opposed to the downright warm, 60 that it was today.

My fingertips may not forgive me.

The natives are restless, and this post is virtually useless, so this is all you get for today. More, on the exciting adventures of the produce isle, tomorrow.

Clean-up on aisle 7! Drreid-blockston@cavtel.net