Doing the Dishes

i hate cleaning....even though i used to be a neat freak. you know, one of those people you love to hate - who has a dog but a white sofa (that remains spotless even though the dog is allowed on the sofa). years ago, i gave up my neat freak ways after i had a lil shindig @ my place and almost gave one of my friends a heart attack. the only rule in my house was don't drink red wine on my sofa, which she did after assuring me many times that she was fine. but, of course she wasn't. otherwise, there would be no story to tell.

anyway, after she spilled her wine on my rather pristine sofa and i gave her the stink eye, she tried to scrub it away for the rest of the night. it was so sad. she even left to go to the walgreens down the street to see if anything would lift the stain. but, as you non-leather white furniture owners know...only a very good dry cleaner can do anything with red wine stains. and then sometimes, it's just a write-off. as in sayonara white sofa.

anywho, no yoga for me tonight....though my neck is in some type of serious traction. it's already bony enough. i don't need any veins or blood vessels popping out of it to make it appear even more extra terrestrial. why no yoga? boring conference calls drove me to a glass or 2 of pinot grigio. the motto for today was "it's 5 o'clock somewhere."

back to my point...my kitchen is a mess. it's time to bring in the cleaning lady again and lil ole cheapo me wants to do it myself (til i see the full impact of the mess i've made...or til i reach the bathrooms). my plan is to have a lil fun (and pinot grigio) so at least my kitchen will be clean and i can prepare my tart of the week. and no, i'm not talking about tarting myself up...though i've thought about doing just that for my current crush. i really must keep my mind off him, but i will think about how much he would like these shoes...when i put them on to do the dishes.

...or maybe these...depends on whether i'm feeling a little seductive or bohemian (the chunky ones are definitely boho...those things could injure my small animals in one mis-step):

sexy, party of one (well, maybe two). ciao for now,