yep, that's it. oh! but i did manage to cook the spaghetti for dinner tonight. hubby just came home and i was on the couch playing my ipod. i made sure to get off the puter shortly before he was due home so he wouldn't think i had done nothing but read blogs and comment all day (otherwise known as what i actually did do).
so he asks me "whatcha doin'?" (duh, sitting here playing a video game on my ipod) and i reply with "sitting here like a lazy fart, not getting any of my cleaning done." i go back to playing my game (well, i never actually stopped), and realise he is looming over me. i glance up real quick (can't lose my game ya know) and see him giving me the hairy eye with his hands on his hips. i chuckle at him and he says, "is that good enough?" (which i actually GOT*. meaning he is pretending to be mad at me.) i tell him "yeah, i'm beating myself up internally enough for both of us anyways."
he is such a good person. how can he go work everyday and come home to a filthy house and not be mad at me??
i know i would not be that generous with him, even if he did have physical pains which lead to depression (you can't hurt for almost 20 years and not get depressed every now and then) for an excuse. i HATE that i can't motivate myself to do the things i need to do. uggh, now i'm getting all weepy. enough of that shit!
let's play morph monday. it's much more entertaining and doesn't cause me to feel like a total POS....
this photo is really hilarious in it's own right (just look at those facial expressions!), and really didn't need any morphing to make it funny, but what the heck:
and one more, just to be fair to the two s.sons, i'll show the s.daughter too. original photo is a bridesmaid's dress she wore to a friend's wedding:
yeah, yeah. oooh aaah she looks pretty. bleck...now for the fun:
i named this one broomhilda. hehe. ok, so i got over my weepiness now and it's all good. i have decided that i will do some cleaning tonight. hopefully, i will manage to do it quietly since the cleaning urge always hits me after hubby goes to bed. i always tell myself to just wait til the next day so i won't wake him up, but then it never gets done. i'll let y'all know how it turns out :)
p.s. does anybody go back and edit their posts over and over again as you continue to find typos?? or am i just turning all OCD about it? i realllly wish i could edit my comments, because 9 times outta 10 as soon as i hit that enter button i see a typo. i hate that!
~~~copying micro copying literalDan (who i thought fell off the face of the earth lately) section~~~
*for some reason 95% of the time, if there is a different way to take something that hubby said, that's how i take it. it drives him bonkers, but i have just learned to accept that our brains work on different wave lengths.