Heh. I was cleaning up the house and became perspiratious with the energy of vacuuming, and the snortlepig saw me taking my shirt off and starting chortling her smug I’m-gonna-have-the-milks chortle. So here I am. I got things to do, but who am I to disappoint the chortle? Or the chortlepig, as it were.
In order to glide through this post with wasp-waisted efficiency I will list yesterday’s and today’s Challenge accomplishments at the same time. K? No pressure; try to keep up the best you can, and if your nose begins to bleed, suck a lozenge.
- Do something I’ve been putting off
Yesterday: Went through the wardrobe of the snortlepig and put away all her too-small and too-summery clothes, for the benefit of any future snortlepigses.
Today: Vacuumed.
- Do something potentially money-making (ie. queries, Suite articles)
Yesterday: Erum.
Today: Erum.
This is why we don’t summer in the South of France.
- Do something domestically goddessy/Oosewifesome
Yesterday: Made an arty apricot and almond horseshoe (recipe pending, when I figure out how to upload photos); also made chocolate mousse for Bnonn and Smokey Night.
Today: Brilliantly improvised morning tea for guests by excavating ye olde puff pastry from the freezer and making it into cheese straws (and sesame straws, Vegemite straws and paprika straws, I might add). Also remembered to marinate steak, which is a small accomplishment for some, but a mighty deed for Smokey the Magnificent.
- And do something outside
Yesterday: Walked to drop Helpdesk Man back at work after lunch; walked to pick him up again from work.
Today: Played outside with guests and chickens, and need to go pick Helpdesk Man up again, assuming I can wake up the piggie. (She has fallen asleep and appears to be permanently latched on.)