WARNING: I have had three glasses of ouzo. Liqueur glass, not high ball glasses, but three glasses nonetheless.
Someone's car alarm is going off. It has been going off every ten minutes for the past hour. I think it is the work of the neighborhood lothario, Dodger, a marmalade kitty who sleeps on my front porch and pees on my garage door. I know this because I came home while it was still light for the first time since I don't know when and was greeted by two pee spots with accompanying gravitational drippings down the front of my garage door. They were symmetrically placed, I will give him that.
I would be mad at Dodger but I used to BE the crazy cat lady with neutered Tom cats that roamed the neighborhood, leaving their marks wherever they went. It turns out he does not belong to the Crazy Cat Lady from two doors down, but rather to my next door neighbor who inherited him from a country cousin, where he was a barn cat so must stay outside (or some such.) Whatever. He lets me pet him, hence I must love him.
My accomplishments for this Sunday:
- I did laundry. All laundry. Including sheets, towels, bath mats, and the mystery sheet that showed up in my garden, which I subsequently found out belonged to my gardener, who uses it to kneel on when weeding. Strangely, he did not claim it at first. People are weird.
- I worked for 7.2 hours, albeit from home. Ooh. The excitement.
- I made liver and onions for dinner. Oh. God. I know liver is bad. I know bacon plus onions fried in bacon grease plus liver fried in the same bacon grease and subsequently covered in said bacon and onions is bad, but I am pretty sure I do not care. Besides, I need the iron.
- I swept the floors because, clearly, the floor-sweeping faeries are somehow tied into the writer's guild and are still...STILL...on strike. (Where does all the dust come from? I must inspect the vents, uh, in the Spring. Yeah, in the Spring.)
- I turned the power to my spa back on and took it out of "power save" mode so it actually heats the water now. To hell with the utility bill. It is tax season. Why have a spa if not to immerse one's stiff body into the healing waters?
- I moved the ironing board, stacked high with weeks of ironing, to my bedroom, where I can iron while I watch TV. Kind of like I put the treadmill in there so I can power-walk while I watch TV. It is getting awfully crowded in there. Meanwhile, nothing is getting ironed and my ass is still expanding. ::sigh::
Digression: Page Davis is back on Trading Spaces. I hate her hair. Does that make me a bad person?
So what did you do this weekend?
Tags: tax follies
