Aug. 3rd, 2004

cislyn: (cis in motion)
Best workout? Ever? Seriously?

Cleaning Cislyn's bathroom. Seriously. Anybody want to do the other one now that I'm all worn out? (And I haven't even done the floors yet. ~groans~)

How the hell did these things get so icky? I have no idea. It just sort of... happens. I'm feeling so far from domestic goddess right now it isn't even funny. Ah well.

In other news, I got a letter from my grandmother today (yay!) with a note about both the Harter girls getting married (old old old old friends back in Bradenton) and a flyer for my cousin Josh's band, The Strangers. I'm all beaming proud about that last bit, even though I still haven't heard them play. Still. That's my cousin. He is that cool.

What the heck is jazz-fusion, by the way? 'Cause I totally don't know.

(And when did he grow up, anyway? He's so not allowed to be a twenty-something yet.)

My hands feel all bleach-icky. Knew I was forgetting something.

Next up in the campaign against filth and the preparation for guests: the kitchen, the other bathroom, the hyooooge piles of laundry, the living room, the dining room...

buuuuucket

Aug. 3rd, 2004 06:23 pm
cislyn: (llama!)
I need a bucket. Why do I not have a bucket?
[dismay]

~wails~ buuuuuucket!

[/dismay]

Oh. Or I could just put some water in the tub. Yeah. That would work too. Right. Nevermind.

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