I am a disgusting pig.
As I sit here typing, dust bunnies are raining down around my office because of my complete laziness RE: dusting the ceiling fan. In fact, a couple of clumps have landed on my shoulder and head. Okay, seriously. I'm going to clean it.
(15 minute pause)
There. No more dust bunnies on the fan (they are still on the floor. and my printer. but not my head). That doesn't fix the rest of my office, though. We hosted an open house this weekend for Teresa's PartyLite business, and since my office is not visible from the bottom of the stairs, nor occupied for sleeping quarters, it became the dumping ground. You know...the place you put things that you don't want visitors to see. So...while the downstairs portion of our house is immaculate; my office looks like Dresden, post fire-bombing. I was going to (Teresa's favorite Coy-quote) clean it today, but my workload is very high today and tomorrow. I'm taking a quick break from work because I can only stare at the tiny font of our firewall gui so long before my eyes go on strike for unfair labor practices.
Oh, and did I mention that I tweaked my back yesterday? Well, I did.
Wah. Wah, wah, wah, wah.
Poll. Does the previous entry qualify as a post, or is it too lame? You be the judge! Your comments are (mostly) welcome.
