New Year’s Resolution #1:

To Keep Up With the Laundry.

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There is pee in the sheets.

There is pee on the pillows.

There is pee in clothes and in places I dare not mention.

Pee, Pee, Pee.

This is the reason I hate to do the laundry.
I avoid it like the plague.
I have even considered decorating my laundry room in the theme of Twilight – New Moon (my fave book), just so that I can bear to walk into that room bravely and do my duty.

But alas, not even that sweet nugget of Edward Cullen can convince me to walk bolding and turn on that blasted machine.

And now my mother has come, and like all good mothers’s, great mother’s, nay Stellar Mother’s that rival the greatest humans that have roamed the earth, my mother has caught me up on my laundry.

So what, you say?

I HAVE 4 FREAKIN’ KIDS, AND IT’S A LOT.

A WHOLE LOT OF CLOTHES.

Especially for someone who originally didn’t do much laundry.

Originally? Who orginally does laundry? You know what I mean.

Anyway, I’m swamped and overloaded and now, I’m caught up.

And this my sweets is the reason why I have not blogged for 997 days.  Sorry.  I’ve missed you. But now I’m back, fully tomorrow, with a lovely little recipe that will knock your socks off.  But for now,  I’m going to go dance like I’m “Dumb, Dumb, Dumb, Dumb, Dumb, Dumb.”  Until “I’m numb, numb numb, numb, numb, numb.”

Cause Kesha is a genius (in Crazy Land – which is where I live), and she must have been writing this song just for me, and all other individuals who find great achievement in clean laundry and dancing like they’re dumb.

Peace out peeps.  You’re all superstars.  You gotta be who you are.