"2-4-6-8, who do we appreciate? 8-6-4-2, who the fuck do you think we do?!" This one was followed by an eruption of laughter along with some of the others that we call our "disgruntled cheerleader cheers." Nothing is funnier than a non-perky cheerleader that cusses. At least nothing was funnier to me and the 5 and 6 year old on Saturday. No, yeah, I 'm still pretty pleased with it! We'll see if I get any calls from teachers today.
Yesterday, I mopped my entire house, cleaned the windows and wiped down door jams (where do all these grimy hand prints at hip height come from?). My house will be so pretty and sparkly for a WHOLE week and then it will get grungier and grungier until I decide to clean again in the spring.... or summer.... or never. Don't visit unless you have lysol and a face mask. seriously.
Today I have a cold. WTF?! My throat hates me and I don't understand why. It's not like I don't give it all sorts of reasons to love me, like singing at the very top of my lungs while I drive, take a shower and work around my house... pretty much all the time, nonstop. So? It's not enough that I crank up the music to an ear ringing volume, sometimes I then feel the need to try and drown it out using my vocal cords. They love it! eh-hum, ouch. Obviously! Anyway, I think they're on strike. And like most strikes, it isn't fun.
I feel crappy.
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