Husband is headed to Singapore on Wednesday. More than 24 hours of flying just to attend a 2 hour meeting. In the age of conference calling, I cannot be the only one who finds this a tad insane.
It's 10pm and i'm thinking of heading to bed to read one of the two books I'm slap bang in the middle of (zombies or ghost mediators....decisions, decisions) except that I did some holiday ironing earlier (12 days to Florida....and definitely counting) and it is all over the bed. The only way I can get in the bed is to sort out the clothes and to put it bluntly I really can't be arsed. Unfortunately the longer I procrastinate the less I want to do it and at some point I really will have to go to bed. Also, husband will just tip it all on the floor if I don't sort it out and it will all need ironing again. And I only iron for special occasions because ironing sucks!
9:57 p.m. - April 30, 2012
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