There is a guy in my house right now, cleaning the living room and master bedroom carpets. These kinds of chores are much better when I can use them to torture Gene with (“I’m sorry, Babe, the only time they could come out was during your morning meetings!”). I am just waiting to hear what horrors have occured – I don’t care if the mattress gets ruined (new one arrives tomorrow!) but I’d hate for the TV to get ruined. The new one of those (MERRY XMAS, GENE) isn’t ordered yet.
Speaking of work, there is a mahjobiscrappis update and it’s actually a good one. I just don’t feel like typing it now. Neener, neener.
And Happy Birthday Brandy.