It's Wednesday

I haven't posted since Monday, so I feel like I should come up with something, but I'm not "feelin' it".

What I really need to do is a massive spring cleaning, de-cluttering, garden weeding and hook up the hot tub.

On second thought, I can hide here. It's cheaper and less disruptive than planting a few explosives around the property, which is what is really called for. You probably think I'm being overly dramatic. I assure you, with all sincerity, that I'm not.

I'm not brave enough to post pictures.

I may be forced to take action soon, though, as I smell the scent of cat ammonia wafting through the air. I think the offending litter box is the one that number one son has placed in his bedroom so he can trap the cat in there at night with him. I do not approve of litter boxes in bedrooms, but since I'm not sleeping there, I acquiesced on that one. (I guess I spelled that right since it's not underlined by spell check)

I'm overwhelmed by mounds of laundry - and I swear I'm not letting it pile up. It accumulates as fast as I wash it. I think the people in this house wear multiple outfits when I'm not looking.

And the poor dog is so old that he poops every day. Because of that, he's banished to the laundry room, which can't be too much fun for him. :-(

And ants. They're back. For the astronomic fee we paid to Orkin, he's coming back. Tomorrow. Not fast enough. I've lost my appetite seeing them in so many places like butter dishes, and cereal boxes. (Maybe the no appetite thing has an upside)

Enough whining. Gotta go make an attempt on this mess.