On the seventh day of Christmas my good luck gave to me - seven loads of laundry. Whatever happened to the days when I just had to wash my own clothes and there were no dirty socks or urine stained sheets to prespray?
While my husband is out tipping back free drinks at an last minute, impromptu, unofficial office party, (there wasn't enough time to find a babysitter), I'll be home catching up on chores, helping my son with his book report,and watching Elf uncut. But I'm definitely going to kick the party up a notch on my own after I tuck them in. Yup, some new itune downloads, some Vodka drinks, some dancing with the vacuum cleaner, and some good friends (my cats).
I'm afraid that if I don't put on my red dress and make some plans to get out soon that my social skills, like an unused muscle will atrophy entirely and I'm going to become the cat lady.
YouTube - Nouvelle Vague - Dancing with Myself
