No pictures today. Paparrazi is on strike until Britney shows a little sanity.
Aah, I love sleeping in. That's what this morning was all about. I got up, weighed myself (still up 2.4 but I'm not worried.. that should hopefully be gone by my weigh in come Tuesday), made Bullseye toast which I can't for the life of me remember who I got it from... so sorry about that but I just had to say that it turned out quite good! Now, I'm lounging around the house in my jammies that have pink lips on them (thank you Victoria's Secret) and killing time (lurking) until I have to go to work. I'll be in Philly working the Home Show (anyone wana come? I have free tickets for you!) tonight so I get to be a bum this morning. Yay!
Ok, now about my "seriously?" news... Banana on the floor? Dishes in the sink? Belongings strewn about the living room like it was the scene of a violent crime? DVD case on the floor? Glasses back in the cupboard that haven't been washed and I can tell what was in them? Dirty dishes in random places in my house?
You'd think I lived in a boy's dorm. I don't. This is my house which THEY (the precious girls) have been invited to live in. Oh, btw, I got new girls in exchange for the ones who loved my place so much that they left to go back and live with their stinky boyfriends. Now I get the whole "I lived with mommy for 900 years so they probably never did anything for themselves" but c'mon. Actually, I lied. I don't get it. I moved out at 17. To another state. 500 miles away. I wasn't always responsible, neat, organized but I'd like to think I was at least considerate enough to not treat the homes or dorms I lived in like they were hotels. I'm not fuming, not even a little mad. Just... incredulous I guess the word is...
Here is my love letter to them:
Please remember to clean up after yourselves at Hotel Tina. The maids have all quit so we have to do our own work. :)
Have a good day and try not to work too hard.
I should have added a "ps". PUT MY CORDLESS PHONES BACK ON THE CHARGER!