I know, I know. I said I was taking a break.
Then I opened Facebook to leave comments on the statuses of friends.
Then I remembered that I needed to download stuff off my camera.
Then I came across a video I made yesterday as I drove home from fabulous Macon.
Then I called about some houses to rent. (How do you like those priorities?)
Scratched my right butt cheek.
Hollered at a kid. Or two.
Played footsie with MathMan under the desk.
Convinced him (don't ask how) to phone up the storage unit place. Thank you, MathMan.
Listened to MathMan holler at a kid. Or two.
Told the Fighty McFightersons (aka The Actor and Garbo) that no one should want to watch television in the master bedroom since that's the primary place where MathMan and I have hot, sweaty, dangling from the ceiling fan monkey sex.
Asked MathMan if he thought we should dial 9-1-1 to send someone out to revive The Spawn. He said no. The quiet was kind of nice.
Did some photo editing.
Considered scratching my left butt cheek, decided it could wait. Ate a Pop Tart instead.
Asked MathMan if he thought we could pick up a banjo while we were out today.
Twirled my hair as I waited for the internet to come back on line.
Remembered to take my Phentermine at half past noon. Whoops. Guess who's gonna be up all night?
Remarked for the sixty-sixth time that I'd better get in the shower so we can get started on our quest for living arrangements, etc. (1:15 p.m.)
And put the finishing touches on this.......
Okay. Now I can move on with my day. I've gotta get that shower. And I better fetch MathMan. I believe he said something about wanting to watch. How unproductive of him though. Honestly. I mean, if he's going to be in there anyway, he may as well (fill in the blank.)
Language alert - if you don't like to hear the lord's name taken in vain, please mute or do not watch.
P.S. I'm inching closer to actually being on the video.