What the hell?

Hallmark

You know how someone starts telling you a story and then you realize it's gonna take a lot longer than you thought?

I found a card someone sent me when I moved back to NY. (Like I was even gone that long.) I needed a reminder of why I was here, and how I can be a happy person. (Occassionally being a packrat can be a good thing, when you find little buried treasures. Nothing beats how I read my x-mas cards six months later...but still:)

I've just had 2 days of absolutely doing zippo, and am ready to clean house. Literally and mentally. Sitting next to a mirror while wearing short sleeves is a bad idea. I have, what Livea has coined, ham hocks. Mind you, she was not referring to my arms. I've decided to measure my arms. Not the length (we all know I'm short), but the girth. in order to measure anyhting I'd need to find the measuring tape, which brings me back to my original project: Cleaning

On Friday of last week, Sink Reflections arrived. A little hokey, but simple. Apparently the author has spawned legions of zealous followers. I've yet to check out the web site (http://www.flylady.net/) but will meander eventually.

posted by irene @ 9/01/2004 05:42:00 PM