Where the heck have I been you ask? In a little place I like to call "Overhelmoania". I have officially lost it. What was that? Shut is sassafrass.
I just can't seem to get out from under the mountains and mountains of laundry. I can't keep my closet organized. The number of DVDs stacked in bizarre places makes me sick. The garage is dirty and somewhat smelly. The house is a wreck. I am a wreck.
Where is the Calvary when you need them. I only have a short list of demands. And these are they:
1. I would like a complete set of same-colored towels. And no others. I would like them to be folded and put in my linen closet like the ones you see in the organizing magazines. I would like them to actually be clean and folded when I go to get one for my shower. Instead of 3 seconds after I finish a load of towels them all being used and lying on the floor of the bathroom.
2. I would like to only have pairs of socks. All the other socks should leave immediately. This ain't no disco....if you are a sock looking for your other half, look somewhere else... try the nudists behind me.
3. Why are there so many clothes in general in this abode? it seems that they are multiplying and the more I wash the more there are to be washed. Is this some sort of evil plot? Well It's Working!!! I surrender.
4. Would it be too much to ask that when I go to change the batteries in the smoke detectors, that I actually have the obscure appropriate size batteries on hand? And if I go to the trouble to go all the way to the store to get the batteries would it be too much to ask that the particular store that I go to have the batteries in a convenient location? And if that store doesn't have the batteries in a convenient location could they at least employ a person who might have some idea where they are? And if that person doesn't know where the batteries are could they possibly have the initiative to call or find a manager who might know where the battery display resides??????? Am I asking too much?
Is this too much to ask? Yeah. I think so too.