...You Want Pillow?

Well, I think I can say that I am officially over with doing nothing but reading and am going to start to gnaw on my fingers for want of a different activity to do while laying down. Particularly now that I'm home and there is no one to talk to and certainly no Max to hold and look at.

There was a flurry of activity here at the Saratoga Animal Shelter this morning because I had a kid come and work on the gigantic tumbleweed farm that had sprouted in the past month in the backyard. While he was out working he found a snake. A SNAKE! You will know how much I do not like the snakes of any sort. I took a walk out to the backyard to see it, but it was hiding in the tumbleweeds. He found it, then used the electric wire to stun in and threw it over the fence. I called a big fat not cool on the reptile species because they should not be in my backyard. In the desert yes, but my house is surrounded by houses. Not cool, snakes. Definitely, not cool.

Then the housecleaners came to 'deep clean' the house. They cleaned my bedroom and ghetto 3/4 but only 1/2 functioning bathroom, the fully functioning full bath, 1/2 of the pink room and 1/2 of of the yellow room. They got here at 9:00 and just left here at 3:00. I told them they didn't have to do a super fabulous job in the pink or yellow room because there's just too much stuff in there. For example, the floor of the pink room is litered with all of the alcohol left from the Big Guy's retirement party. When I let the Pack back in they ran from room to room smelling and licking things in disbelief. If I can just quote Gretchen on the subjects of housecleaners "I will whore myself out on D Street before I get rid of the housekeeper." (Truth be told, I can't imagine I'd make a lot of money whoring myself out right now since I have no way to even get to D Street, plus I have to wear the back brace all of the time and a shower's such a to-do that I'm only doing that every other day, if I'm feeling motivated or if I know I'm having visitors.) For the time being the housecleaners are going to come once a week since I can't even do hardly throw away the newspaper by myself. (I am not over with having a legitimate excuse not to do housework.)

"Housework won't kill you, but why take a chance." Phyllis Diller