Change Your Title as Often as you Change your Undies

Titles get kind of bland after awhile. Too bad they can’t be more like soap operas, recycled dramatic endings.

Today I am going out to do laundry, again. Why can’t it just stay done? Also, I wouldn’t mind doing the laundry if I could at least come home, stick it in the machine and have it all politely folded and put away in neat and tidy piles. I started hanging up most of my clothes just cause I got tired of all that tidy folding into piles. Hanging can be more arty. It’s ok if they aren’t all perfect on their hangers. Instead you can hang them in creative ways, with the colours in patterns or randomly placed. You can even go by length and have the short things and long things arranged artistically too. I go for the total chaos look. It’s very arty.

I’m also getting groceries, after the laundry. It’s too bad there isn’t anything especially creative about grocery shopping. But, you can take a sort of road trip with the shopping cart. Some people try to get into race car driving this way. But really, you just can’t get much speed out of one of those carts. Road tripping is better.

Tour down each aisle. Pick out the interesting ingrediants, pickled items and assorted ketchups, mustards and fancy pepper. The jam aisle is interesting. Don’t spend too much time looking at the standards. Did you ever try ginger preserves? Then there are hot sauces, not my thing but my brother loves them. Look at the unique and odd things. Not so different from a road trip, stopping to see the farm produce, the tourist attractions and tiny towns that seem to have nothing till you stop and look.

This Post Has Lost it’s Title

It’s 1:30 AM. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person on the planet who plans to spend the early hours of this morning driving out to the bank (at least there won’t be any traffic this early) and then coming home to plunger the toilet.

Also, I admit I was just admiring my own boobs. Really, not bad for an old dame. Not boobs of steel but they have some perk left even without a bra. I’d add a scan but it’s not on this computer. You just can’t keep some things on the family-shared computer.

I’m tired and could stumble my way around in the dark and find my bed. But, I have to go to the bank so we have cash when the septic sucking man comes in the morning to rescue us from the possible raw sewage our house wants to inflict upon us. Having never seen that kind of raw sewage I’m not minding to go out to the bank and get cash, even though I am tired.

I was reading a book which took place during a Ren Faire. I’d like to get to one of those, sometime. Even dress up in costume. Princess for a day. I’d show them the true meaning of high maintenance. Once I found a way to catch their attention and make them rush to grant my every whim and wish. Yes, it’s a fantasy, but it’s mine… all mine!

Time to go. Finished the coffee.

Be kind to your plumbing. You never know when it may get tired of you and strike back.