See Dawn. See Dawn flip

October 19th, 2004, 6:40 PM by Dawn

Today was designated as a “Worry-Free Day.” I did no work (not like I have much left, anyway. But still). But I did do housework.

My apartment has been barely inhabited since August. I went from a crazy-busy time to a three-week-plus getaway. And I have only been back one week, and I’ve been playing catch-up with e-mail and with one little project. Hence, I have clean laundry and suitcases and purchases and miscellaneous crap just kind of sitting around, waiting to be placed somewhere.

Well, today I cleaned for hours, and I swear, you can barely tell. πŸ™

I rearranged my bedroom and broke a lot of new bedthings out of their packages. (Not plastic bedthings — those are in the mail!) And then, I went about overhauling the bathroom. The thing was, I bought two sets of shower curtains and acoutrements while I was away. One set is hot pink and silver — very “now.” Another set is Happy Bunny — a shower curtain and a matching rug that says “It’s all about me.”

I chose the latter.

I was just admiring my work, and I realized that I hope nobody passes the threshold of my abode anytime soon, because they will know I’ve done lost my mind with all the Happy Bunny not only in there, but also throughout the kitchen.

Oh well. I can’t help but smile when I see it, though. Besides, I don’t have any way of paying my November rent, so it’s not like it’s going to be up for much longer!

On iTunes: Melissa Ferrick, “For Once in My Life”



Yeah, I’m going to hell for this

October 19th, 2004, 10:55 AM by Dawn

But it will be a short ride. πŸ™‚

Tard Blog returns!!!

Sample entry:

When (Daria) ran by, she yelled, β€œMiss Pell! PWESENT!”

Who knew she had aim? Her sticky little hand fired a corn-dimpled log at my face, hitting me square in the face with her poop.

I was thus presented with undeniable proof that she eats a lot of corn.

I called my assistant to come watch the kids while I picked corn and fecal matter from my face and hair for the next 30 minutes, pondered my life as a sped teacher, and decided which bar happy hour would be at that day.

Life is right again. πŸ˜‰