Heh. Well, dear readers, I titled this post that simply because Woman of scorn is blogsurfing and absolutely hates to find those things on people's blogs. I have to say I agree with her. I mean WTF is the point? If people are reading your blog they can tell what mood you're in. Am I wrong? Anyways....

So it's been a few days. Still nothing much is going on; unless you count that it has been a week since my body was last bled dry. I'm celebrating! (Don't ask.... trust me.)

Tomorrow begins my big week of cleaning up this fucking house. Why is that noteworthy you ask? I live in the "Packrat" haunted house of horrors. I'm guaranteeing you that somewhere in this mess is a small child and possibly a package of hot dog buns from the late 70's. I'm determined that at the very LEAST the den, kitchen and living room will be viewable by Thanksgiving and through Xmas/Yule. Well, determined with misgivings. I'm skeered. Can you blame me?

And on that note, if you don't hear from me in the next week or so you will know that I've been pummelled by an avalanche of falling debris or cereal boxes. Or quite possibly it could be that Wosy and I have been tricked into buying Monopoly 3. Current obsessions: monopoly online, battleship online, Lovebud Stories, watching Ghost Hunters and Wife Swap while on the phone with each other. And yes, we still talk like Ahnold. What boring lives we lead.

I am off.