not even twin A puking this morning.
he's fine.
he just likes to puke occassionally.
i still have a lot to do to get ready.
pack our overnight stuff.
make a list of pertinent info for the sitter.
shower.
finish a bunch of laundry.
and the one thing i'm dreading...
clean out the cooler, so we can take some drinks for the pre-party party at the hotel.
now, some would say, hey-what's so bad about cleaning out a cooler?
well...
this cooler hasn't been used since my birthday.
june.
it's been sitting in the garage since then.
it was over 100 degrees for many many days.
and it's full of chicken marinade.
and melted ice cream.
(although, at this point, the "melted" hardly holds its meaning...)
as in...
the containers holding the RAW chicken and marinade spilled.
which is why i didn't clean it out before.
see, i'm squeamish about two things in life:
chicken germs
toilet germs
i know.
i'm a huge dork.
but we've covered that--ad nauseum.
anyway, i kept hoping hubby would do it.
he didn't.
it's almost worse for me if he deals with chicken germ issues, though, because he's not careful enough...
like, he might not wash his hands after touching raw chicken.
i know!!
i'm getting freaked out just talking about it.
what?
have we slipped from dorkiness to OCD??
yeah, that's what i thought.
whatever.
so...
anyone wanna come over and clean out a cooler full of chicken cooties, mold, and probably a newly evolved slime species of some variety?
i'll give you one of my world famous bjs.
well, not really, but since none of you are local, i can sure offer.
i mean, hell, if you're willing to fly here AND clean out the cooler--i'll follow through.
deal?
oh, and by "world famous" i really just mean, the handful of guys i've shared them with have heartily approved...
i'm not THAT slutty.
jeez.
i can count em on two hands.
oh wait, maybe not if we're counting head.
whatever.
no one wanted to know that.
but remember--i don't believe in the delete key.
well, sort of.
but only when it's boring shit.
and not always in that case.
so anyway.
wish me and my disposable gloves luck with the cooler.
eek.
great.
the boys just spilled popcorn in the kitchen, and now they're using their toy vacume to clean it up.
cute, but not very productive.
have i mentioned lately how completely friggin cute my kids are?
oliver sings.
i'll put them to bed and then i'll be wandering around picking up and i'll hear him singing them to sleep!!
cuter than a bug's ear, i tell you what.
okay, i'm off to be productive.
no, not reproductive...
if i don't post again, have a happy, wonderful new year and i hope you all get to "ring it in" (what a faggy term, by the way) with people you love!!
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