Did you see - I managed to do an entire RTT post last week without mentioning the word zombie once. I am super de duper proud of myself.
Course, I already blew it this week.
DH is contemplating starting himself a blog, so he can talk about zombies and death metal all day long to people who might actually care, unlike most of his poor co-workers who just look at him like deer stuck in headlights. Of course, that would mean actually sharing the laptop with him, so I'm not encouraging him that much. ;) I see it now - Confessions of the Psychotic Zombie Husband. Zombies, Behemoth, and potty training, step right up if you want to read....
Speaking of DH, the one week the trash can is completely full, is the one time he forgets to put it outside. Never mind that I asked him to do it THREE times last night before I went to bed.
And thanks to Citibank to raising my interest rate even higher to flipping 25%! I about fainted when I saw it yesterday. That needs to be paid off, stat, and I don't care if we live off rice and pasta for the next 6 months to do so. And no, I've never been late with a payment.
Then to make matters even more peachy, we went to the park earlier. It took me about 20 feet to realize something didn't feel quite right.
I was still wearing my slippers. Sigh!
I am so sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open again.