Today is Friday, just in case you hadn’t noticed. It’s also my fourth day of being bored and grumpy. All due to the many joys of womanhood, or at least that one.
I was going to do productive things today. Last night, I made grandiose plans to do the dishes and vacuum and… well, I even thought of dusting. I even wrote a list, with little boxes where I could cross things out as I did them. The first challenges to my wondrous plan reared their ugly heads (big ones, with bad skin) early this morning, when I realised that I’m still un-domestic and a little bit lazy. I was kinda hoping that I’d sleep it off. But I didn’t.
About a hundred years ago, or something along those lines, someone invented a bed that would wake you up in the morning by turning 45 degrees. That way, your feet would hit the floor without any actual bodily effort whatsoever, and you could just go about your business. Maybe I should get one of those? The only problem is that my dog sneaks into my bed in the wee hours of the morning, and that whole tipping-thing might be a bit much for her. She’s a nice pooch, but she’s got mighty big teeth.
It might turn out like that time mum slugged dad in the middle of the night, because she dreamt that he was trying to shove me into the stove.