And when the gods say don't clean....DON'T CLEAN!

ColindaP

Seriously, my house looks like it got raped by a category 5 hurricane because I've been out of commission with the ankle I sprained the sweet mortherfvck out of two and a half weeks ago. I can finally kind of walk normally-ish again, so I get up to be all productive and cleanly and whatnot. Then I'm interrupted with a phone call because I spaced on my CSA produce pickup this morning. Then I come home and pick back up where I left off.

Then I go to vacuum the living room, step down into said living room (our living room is stupidly and pointlessly set down a foot or so from the main level so there's a step), and bam! Roll the injured ankle, because I am a dumbass and took the wrap off so it could breathe, seemingly not caring that I have NO STABILITY WHATSOEVER in that fvcker.

So now, I'm back to not cleaning and living in my hurricane house.

::hobbles over to get a beer::