Ramblin' d'jour

Well....I've started cleaning off my desk. This is weird, I tell you, weird! I'm all excited, and more than a little worried, and more excited. This is something I *want* to do. I just hope I don't end up on the couch in front of Oprah eating bon bons and screaming at the children like a fishwife.

What I *want* is to get up with Carl every morning, and to take a shower with him. To feed the kids breakfast and let them watch Blues Clues or somesuch, while I do up the breakfast dishes and start the laundry. I realize that this picture of domestic bliss is a trifle....well.... domestic .... but its really what I want.

I want a house that's clean enough that I won't cringe if someone comes to the door unexpectedly. Once it gets warm enough, I want to be keeping the yard looking nice.

Good gravy, I want to be the pagan Martha Stewart. Gods help me.

I also want to start using my brain again. I miss it.