I give myself a month. Tops.
For what?
For the table of death of course!
Yes, once again, it had a mountain of crap on it.
It took me about 2 hours this time to go through all of it, sort it, junk it, put it all away, but it's done.
Again.
I've had an exceptionally productive day for only getting a few hours of sleep.
I went to bed sometime around 3, up at 5:45, and just did stuff all day long.
The laundry is done, dishes, the floors, the bathroom, and the "T.o.D.".
I was waiting on the UPS guy all day to bring my new skillet, and of course, the one minute I'm in the bathroom, he comes to the door.
Did he knock?
Of course not!
The UPS people never knock.
I hate that. That's the only thing that annoys me about them, they don't knock and they just leave my boxes sitting next to the column.
But oh well!
I'm having a great day, I feel good, I got stuff done, and now I just need to take a shower and I'll be ready to chill for the rest of the day.
I have some super yummy stuff to taste later, so I want to be clean and relaxed, and ready to just enjoy the night.
Later days!
Comments
I have the exact same problem with Fedex...the drivers NEVER knock. UPS is better here, the guy knows that things can get stolen off my porch here, and if I'm not home, he leaves me a note.
I'm glad you got your skillet, though, and that the skeevy neighbors didn't steal it.
Posted by: Christine | November 28, 2007 3:52 PM
Haha! The Table of Death! How well I remember that cursed table from the last time you took photos of it!
Posted by: terry | November 29, 2007 9:54 PM