Housework cuts breast cancer risk.
Ruh roh, Raggy.
Looks like I may be in for it, averse as I am to cleaning.
Actually, I like having a clean house. I just like someone else doing the cleaning.
I have a bitchy voice mail I got from someone which I'm thinking of posting. It was over-the-top. It's funny when someone says something with the intention of cutting you to the bone, when in fact they only bone they reach is the funny one. Asshat.
Golly, I'm busy. It's gotten so bad that I don't even pause at noon to wish I were still in bed. In fact, I find myself waking up about 7am whether I have to get up or not. Meh.
Busy is good, though.
I got a lot of great snaps of that fire over on Industrial south of downtown on Monday. It was wild, because the whole of downtown was engulfed in stinky smoke. *gag* *sputter* About 2 miles away, a fairly large piece of ash fluttered down before me. Freaky.