I’m sleepy. As tired as Whitney Houston’s nose after 11 p.m. on a Friday night. As sleepy as a dwarf living with six other ornery homosexuals. And as wiped out as Lindsey Lohan’s credit rating. With guests coming this weekend and our opening fast approaching – with a full house for the weekend – the Farm Style-Modern Comfort is taking its toll.
Animals take time. I’ve cleaned up a lot of poop today. Snow melts. It reveals things. Things aren’t frozen any more. It’s warm out. WARM! T-shirt weather. The warmth is nice. I also went to the DMV today. I waited 5 minutes. I love small town Ohio. I also cleaned. And cleaned some more. This house is looking great! My mantels are a little tacky at the moment – remember: fussy, finished!
And so it’s a short night. Bob Evans went to training. Cooked, and ate, a WONDERFUL breakfast prospect, and am currently watching my TiVo’ed American Idol. By the by, I like the chubby kid, the red-headed 15 year-old fro, and the new guy who scatted better than Ms. Kitty. Oh, and the kid with the bass. Although I love me some crazy too! And with that, adieu. I’ve got bathrooms to finish, furniture to buy, and countless items to be dusted tomorrow. But never fear, I’m a housekeeping/farming/decorating monster and will devour it all in time. With some cheerios and chocolate Silk.