I Fought the Soap Scum...And the Scum Won

I started my day off today with serenity and peaceful rain. I slept in until 10:15am...a pretty rare occurrence and I got to talk to Kyle because since he has to work late tonight he got to go in late. Translation: I was a having a great, serene, catch-up on sleep day. And then I piddled around on my trusty (or should I say getting rusty) Gateway tablet PC reading Pioneer Woman's blogs, everyone else's blogs, and my countless emails. Did I mention that I started at the beginning and am now faithfully reading November 2008's posts? I don't know what I'd do without PW's wit and cute kiddos to read about every day. Just kidding...I'd probably do the exact same things I do now but I really do enjoy it. (But Mama, I don't want to wope! Tell Daddy I don't want to wope!)

Then I started being pensive. All my soapbox issues bubbled to the surface (it's still all about the effervescence people!) and I began to try to sift through my randomized thoughts about how I hate flat top stoves (and flat-top haircuts), about how I really need a Merry Maid to vaccuum around my baseboards, about how Michael Jackson overdosed on Propofol (what in Pete's Sake was he doing taking Propofol?? ), about why mean people are so dang mean, about how my head always hurts when it rains, and about how this is just about the longest run-on sentence I have ever had the privilege of writing. I was forced (really, held at imaginary gunpoint) to start scrubbing away at the soap scum on my bathtub (which I just cleaned last week, really, I swear -- no really I did!) while listening to Shinedown. That was at 2pm...it is now 4:08 pm.

Still scrubbing........