who knows what today is.....
umm...September 18. duh. so what.
so what....that I am damn near thirty and still have pimples. No, not so what. I pay big bucks for face wash that is supposed to keep that from happening. My back looks like pepperoni pizza, and bacne is one of the grossest things in the world to me. I know why, and I know I will sound like a spoiled brat, but I am not. I promise I work hard. What had happened was, my cleaning lady runs every single electrical device in my tiny ass, old house at one time. So naturally, she throws the breaker. Every single time. It's not her fault, that shouldn't happen, but it does. So as a result, my washer (or warsher as she leaves in the note) and dryer don't work. She takes ALL my laundry home with her. She doesn't use free and clear detergent. As a matter of fact, she uses the exact opposite. My skin is super sensitive, and it makes my back appear as thought I am getting over the chicken pox. Neat.
so what... if my new 4Runner is three weeks old and I am still driving around with the drive out tags. That is so crunchy to me. But, the DMV is the very last place I want to spend my afternoon, and I was just there last month getting new plates for my Lexus and they will think I am a drug dealer because I am trading cars so frequently. Oopsie.
so what... that I ordered a refill for my planner and didn't pay attention to the memo that read, 2014 agendas will not be in stock until October, and I spent 40 minutes putting it into place and didn't realize until then I would be planning the past. the next year should be available in June...I have places to be, and the Good Lord knows if I don't write it down, I will certainly forget.
It's finally here. Big Brother finale. My vote is for GinaMarie. That's all.
until next time...