So this week, I haven’t watched my husband nearly kill himself to try and finish up all the little projects so our house can go on the market. I did not make one lowly contribution of tinting all the grout in the kitchen. It did not leave my elbows sore from all the scrubbing for the entire week.
I didn’t send Hanan off this morning with a horrible cough and a voice that sounds like she’s been smoking 3 packs a day since birth. I’m not feeling guilty about it.
I am not left this morning wondering exactly when the tornado set down inside my house or who will clean this horrific mess up. I thinking not me since I’m not sitting typing out another not me post.
I am not frustrated with blogger for messing up my comments. I’m not thinking it was totally user error. I’m not so vain that I need comments like other people want air to breathe and water to drink.
I was not excited to hear from Heidi that I won a Friday Freebie. I did not feel at all honored that because of the comment error, I had to find out through a personal blog post. I don’t try to jump on and read Heidi every day of the week and especially Fridays. She is not at all funny and real with every post.
I didn’t take great joy in sending off our first message to Phetty this week. I’m not depending on Ray to help me fix her picture so I can post it without her personal info popping up. I’m not at all excited to feel like we have a new member of the family.
Now I’m not off with Symbiotic Friends playing in my head (from Diego) to clean up the mess that is not stretching through my entire house. What did you not do this week?