I haven't felt very lazy this summer, though. I've been going Mach 2 with my hair on fire for two and half months.
(And P.S..."Mach 2 with your hair on fire"....Can anyone name that movie?)
Anyway....I don't feel like I've been lazy, but on the flip side, my entire house if covered in a furry layer of dust. I can't see the floor in my daughter's room. Our playroom looks like the toy section exploded. No one has pressed clothing. Our linen closet is completely bare. And all of my plants are wilting...even the front pots that Prince Charming chopped off his arm to pay for. That was a fun discovery...
"What happened to these!?! When was the last time you watered them!?!"
"Ummmm.....yesterday?"
"No."
"A couple of days ago?"
"I don't think so. This dirt is cracking."
"I know I watered them when I planted them."
"That was like two months ago."
"Wow...they've held up pretty well, then."
"No more plants for you."
You know, like he's the Soup Nazi or something. Except with geraniums.
Where was I? Oh right, lazy......
In fact, before I started writing this, I was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom. So far, I've wiped off the light bulbs and bleached the plunger. Then I got bored and had to stop.
I might go to Costco. I'm supposed to make a pie. I have to pack for the beach.
But....whatever.
Lay--to the--ZY!! You know what? This already feels like too much work.......
Later, Gators.
L.
