Somewhere back there, rosie and Muppet failed to duke it out and instead agreed on who would do which week. I’m pretty sure they left it at Muppet tomorrow, rosie the 21st.
I’ve been kinda napping and surfing and watching stuff online. Why is it almost Monday?
I go away to do some housework, and come back to find y’all have scheduled me to wrestle in all sorts of food-type products? Eeeesh.
For the record, I will wrestle in just about anything, but not coleslaw. I have a feeling I’d be picking bits of cabbage out of various nooks and crannies for weeks on end afterwards. shudder
I don’t mind if rosie takes tomorrow’s MMP, if she’s so inclined. I’m still wading my way through photos, actually, and as of ten minutes ago I’m still only halfway through the trip. (and that doesn’t include the umpteen-million photos from the wedding itself)
Time to go fold some laundry. Someday, I’ll find a shirt that jumps out of the dryer and folds itself, but in the meantime, the ones I have don’t seem inclined to give me a hand with that.
for some stoopit reason, I thought she just did this one and mine was coming up. By all means, muppet, take it away. Mine still needs revising and editing.
I’ll post tomorrow morning… it’s only half-done, and I’m getting to the stage of OMG-so-sleepy that the other half probably wouldn’t make sense if I was to attempt it now.
Supposed to be back at work after 3 weeks sick leave, 'cept HRH woke up with a fever this morning - 40C/104F and counting (doctor’s visit and paracetamol notwithstanding)!