|The Beatles Rock, Y'all.|
I don't know what to write about today. Yesterday, I had the mental brewings of a really kickass blog post. I mean, it was off-the-chain hilarious. Think I remember what it was about? NOPE. I hate when my brain farts are detrimental to my blog. I usually would write myself a little note in my iPhone to remind myself, but thinking this blog post was uber-hilarious...I thought I'd remember. THINK AGAIN, GIRL.
What you're going to get instead of my rolling-on-the-floor hilarity, is musing about my day today. As I sit here writing to you, I'm watching one of my favorite afternoon-junkfood TV shows, "Maury". Why do I love Maury Povich and his show so much? Because honestly -- it's the same shit everyday. Lie detectors and DNA tests. Day after day, show after show, as time marches on. I think the reason I love it so much must obviously be because I enjoy the drama, and I enjoy all the "tsk, tsk-ing" and shaking my head. I wonder what that says about me?
"In the case of 4-month-old Damian, Richard, you are NOT the father!"
Earlier today, I ran a few errands and did a little school shopping for Daughter. I didn't take her with me, because I'd rather whip through the store and have her try everything on at home than have to listen to her bitching at the store itself. She hates clothes shopping. I often wonder how she can be my child, becuase in addition to my LOVE AFFAIR with shopping, the child also hates chocolate everything. Chocolate candy, chocolate milk, chocolate-chip cookies. Seriously? If I hadn't actually given birth to her, I'd wonder how we were even related.
|This is how I feel about chocolate-chip cookies sometimes.|
I also had an appointment today with a company who offers virtual offices. As a solo attorney, I work from home but have a UPS box for my "business" address, because there are too many crazies in the world and I don't need any of them showing up on my front porch. I'm really excited about this virtual office, because they also offer a service where you can have a person answer your telephone, giving me a receptionist along with the beautiful office building I could use to meet clients. I just have a few more things to think about before signing on the dotted line -- but I will have a decision made soon because my UPS box will be expiring in the first week of September.
|If Milton was included in the virtual office package, I'd have signed up on the spot.|
I still have a nice chunk of my day left, but overall, I think it's been a productive day. Although, when I look around the homestead, it doesn't reflect this at all. This poor house is in desperate need of a good cleaning and I'd rather slit my wrists and bleed out in my bathtub than clean. Ok, maybe not that drastic, but pretty damn close. I'm sure Husband is going to be riding my ass like a pony at a fair if I don't get on top of the vacuuming, dusting, dishes, etc. STAT. Dammit.