Yes, I'm an addict. I obviously have an addictive personality because I am addicted to everything!
- checking my email. All. The. Damn. Time.
- reading blogs - refreshing my feeds every 2 minutes
- DVR. enough said
- being on poop watch
The one thing I'm not addicted to housework. I've been here with this laptop in my lap for the last 2 1/2 hours and my house is trashed. I am having Bunco here on Thursday so Punkin' is at his Nanny's house so I can get some housework done. I've watched Big Brother 8, Bad Girls Road Trip, chatted with Roomie, and read umpteen blogs. But no housework.
I try to be organized, I really do. I have good intentions. I know I should put things up when I am through with them. I know everything has a place and should be in it's place. I also know Zaxby's Chicken Finger Dinner has 12 billion calories, but I had it for dinner anyway.
Punkin' puts his dirty dishes in the sink, but my cereal bowl from this morning is still on the sofa. At least I'm teaching him right. Do what I say, not what I do. Maybe he can teach me!
So I guess I could just pile all of this crap up, put a piece of plywood over it, add a table cloth and I would have an extra Bunco table, plus not have to clean up.
Uhhhh, I have to get up! But, wait, I still haven't watched Big Love, and I need to delete some stuff from the DVR before it is full. And I see Roomie is online. And there are two crumbs left from my Zaxby's Chicken Finger Dinner.
Maybe I'll get a part time job and a maid.......