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There Goes My Free Day In March

Well, that didn't take long. Used up my self imposed "You can only miss blogging one day per month all year" freebie.

I took the day off because it was Square Root Day and I'm nerdy like that.

Bwahahaha....I almost typed that with a straight face. I can barely add up the cookie dough order to make sure all the money is there. Psh.

I've been busting my ass this week organizing and cleaning around here. I hope I get the living room done before mom and dad get home because dudes, I so need to work on the bedroom. I have every article of clothing the kids and I own thrown on the bed. The sleep number setup is laying on the bed waiting to be installed (is that sort of thing installed? I don't know). I'll need a place to sleep eventually. The exercise equipment is still in there and oh. my. dee-oh-double-gee. T minus 64 hours (give or take) until the inlaw parental units are home. I still have so much to do.

Well shit. There goes that nap.

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