Monday, January 4, 2010

Sloth

My landlady is going to sell this place so now I have to prepare for 60 days of showings. Gah. This from the girl who has stray cups littered over the apartment, empty wine bottles (rinsed and ready to recycle) on the counter and lives out of the laundry basket. I had an unexpected hour free this evening because I didn't have belly dance class and decided to use that time to imitate a sloth... and then that somehow extended into the rest of the evening. I did talk to Jesus for a bit, so that was productive. Errr, ahem. Anyway, I'm going to put dirty dishes in the wishwasher and pretend to put away some laundry. Maybe just the pants that I don't want to iron later this week. Can somebody please send me a husband/butler?

3 comments:

Asshat said...

Ask Jesus.

itneverrainsinseattle said...

How about a "kept man?" Of course, you'd have to be the one providing the keeping....

SaneAndSingle said...

I really do believe we were born from the same seed! I've been looking for a house boy for some time now. Still haven't found him...I'm avoiding the dishwasher and going grocery shopping at this very moment.