Okay, I think I've answered all the meme questions--if I haven't it was from sheer oversight, so let me know.
Whee! Lost tonight! My mom is so excited that it's Wednesday, y'all. I have gotten her totally hooked on this show, and it's so cute.
Slothed about today because I felt like crap. Again. (I would elaborate, but... TMI.) I'm not looking forward to getting test results back, but at least then I'll stinking know what (may be) wrong with me.
Actually, I spent a good bit of the day running a three-ring circus consisting of Stanley Steemer people in one room ("Just this rug? Are you sure? Just the rug in the dining room? Only that rug? Are you sure? Are you sure that's what your mother said? Just that rug?"), a chimney cleaner guy from an outfit called The Mad Hatters in another ("So... why are you guys called Mad Hatters, if you don't... uh... work with hats? Like, at all?"), and three barking dogs getting shuttled from room to room ("So, do they bite?" "Yes. They are man-eating Pomeranians. Yes"). Then, for an encore, the cat went missing. The cat is an indoor cat. The front door was necessarily open for the Steemers' water hoses to get inside. Mom came home for lunch (let's not even discuss the fact that both sets of workers arrived an hour and a half early, which was why I hadn't yet secured the cat in the first place) and helped me comb the house up and down, and then when we were sure she wasn't in the house, we started rifling through the bushes. Then the cat suddenly teleports to the kitchen. I don't know how. Mom was in there and suddenly the cat was just there. So finally we bundled all the many animals into one room and everybody got paid and got the hell out. (The Steemer people did a pretty good job, considering that they can't spell.) Except that then while I was working this afternoon, a Steemer came back because the other Steemer left her jacket. And then I had a lie-down.
I feel very nervous and queasy for some reason, but I'm not sure why.