I could write about how Leila keeps using my 26 year old Schick Personal Touch razor to shave her one armpit that has 5 hairs on it. The blades aren't 26 years old, don't worry. I have never bought another razor before (that was my first one and I'll probably have it until I die or I'm too indifferent to shave) and I discovered that they still sell them on the internet so I'm getting L her own Personal Touch razor. Those 5 hairs need their own personal touch. I'm thinking of giving it to her for her birthday in front of people, along with some ProActive and Are You There God Its Me, Margret. Too much?
In the last post I told you about the military giving brunch that we were planning. It was a smash hit. Not only were my baked goods delicious (although the donuts were the first to go) but people brought so much stuff for care packages! I have filled 5 boxes, and I still have a ton to pack up! This trip to the post office is going to be a doozy. Check it out:
Half my dining table is now cleared, all the personal hygiene items are packed, and now I have snacks and books and magazines left. People are awesome.
We also got a Christmas tree, so right now, there are three huge Christmas boxes, tons of tissue paper, boxes packed with stuff for soldiers, a table half full with stuff waiting to be packed, and the kitchen is still a mess from making tacos last night. Yesterday, I was on fire; total housewifapalooza up in this bitch. Laundry, grocery shopping, packing stuff, cleaning things, MAKING DINNER AT 5:45, but today I am far less motivated. Its just such a mess, I can't face it. Its 10:30 and I'm not dressed. I'm supposed to make a meatloaf. No wonder I'm writing today! Its a great way to procrastinate!
I have to start, though, right? I have to dig the house out of the mess, right? CAN'T SOMEBODY ELSE DO IT????