On Monday my lungs didn't know what had happened to them.
But I knew what it was: oven cleaner.
As if that wasn't bad enough, they also got a big dose of 409.
Upside: the oven looks pretty decent.
On Tuesday I let my lungs rest.
On Wednesday my heart was sad, because we don't have a camera to take any pictures for Wordless Wednesday... and it was also sad because people think that our "stuff" is worth their soul.
Thursday I headed to the dentist.
Three cheers for the sentence, "Everything looks good."
Because once, in fact the day I found out I am old, the sentence was "Broken teeth are common at this age." Boo.
*cue Rebecca Black's Friday song
Today I should be running barefoot alongside King and the kids through a field of daffodils waving streamers and rejoicing and being glad that it is the end of the week. Instead, I am tripping over crap on the floor and waving a dusting cloth as I clean the house for the two fundraisers we are hosting, one on Saturday, one on Sunday afternoon.
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