i have excuses, and they are numerous and intricate. but the bottom line is, i'm lazy and uninspired. i think i'll find my muse sometime on tuesday...that's the day they deliver the most exquisite king sized bed on the planet to MY HOUSE. i could try to tell you how much this means to me, but i fear i would fail. i have not had a good night's sleep in 5 and a half years. oh the bed i have is gorgeous--a spring air back supporter pillowtop queen. queen. that's right. my husband is 6' 2" and a thrashing sleeper so a queen feels like a twin. a king, on the other hand. aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh. it's like, i have to phone him just to say goodnight. hallelujah. and of course, plenty of room for playing.
yes the title of this is bored housewife, not boring housewife, but back the fuck off. we all know if you're bored you're boring.
twin A is exploring the fridge right now. should i be yelling at him? probably. should i wisk him off to time out for the 17th time today? probably. do i have the energy left? hell no. and twin B is curled up in the big leather chair making prank calls on his play pay phone. just a glimpse of the teenage years, i imagine....
i had some cool things to say, but i forgot them. i had some ihteresting theory or rant or something. gone. and what am i left with ? the most boring dribble on the planet. so perhaps i'll let you all off the hook for today. i'll get my sorry ass in gear soon, i promise.