It Only Hurts When I Blog

My Monday whine:
Ok, now I get a day off, and it is grey and cold and ever so dreary.

I SHOULD be applying myself to my housework, like a good housewife, not just sitting around waiting for something to happen, eh?

Oh, you know it can be difficult to avoid the inevitable.
There's a lot to be said for a M-F job, you can pattern a week into certain activities. I'm on then I'm off, pushing on with huge amounts of energy, then dropping off at any point in the week to full scale inertia. No immediate tasks, nobody to push me and no energy to get on with it.
So, the longer I blog, the longer I can postpone washing the floor and cleaning the guest room...
and the laundry, and the dishes and the dusting. blah blah blah

By the way, sister, those soy nuts are wonderful. I just ate the better part of a bag for lunch.
 

Sounds like a nice trip Sat to the winery, after your crawfish boil was cancelled. The fields are as green as summer! Rec'd a nice Mother's Day card from Heather and Savi today with her new address, and had phone calls from all of my children yesterday so I felt very honored and loved! Lyn, I went to the supermarket, and made a butterscotch pie (the crust was in the freezer), and potato salad for supper (to have with hamburgs on the grill, and fiddleheads picked by sister-in-law, Peggy), now going out for a walk, and a movie tonight. I would hate to be doing housework today so I sympathize. Gil is painting the patio (ceiling and trim). So long everyone until tomorrow, same place, different time.
 

Oh no, the crawfish boil was cancelled! Wine's ok too though. And why isn't Charlie in shorts?

Peggy, I was just reading about fiddlehead delicacies in the Portland magazine!