I got an early start to my grime onslaught this morning, and finished everything before noon! It's a wonder what a Laura can get done without the distraction of a Miles clinging to her ankles!

I was washing the kitchen floor when Jason came over to pick up a computer. There I was, decked out in my Saturday best [bleached and holey cleaning garb] and of unfriendly humor. Poor Jason. I'm positively feral at times!

Not to mention, ammonia's draping scent isn't the mood-lifter that the bottle advertises.

As it happened, with the kitchen and bathroom floors cleaned and the hardwood floors polished, I realized I was out of things to do! Curses! So I did what any self-respecting person in my position would have done: I napped.

TGIF
Big Time.

I didn't feel well yesterday, and I don't really feel any better today…more tired if anything. It's probably a case of apple pie withdrawal…

Jason took Miles and I (and his darling Ashley, of course) out to TGI Friday's last night. I ordered this delicious vegetable grill. It was angel hair pasta topped with a portabella (portobello, portabello; whichever spelling tickles your fancy) mushroom, artichokes, asparagus, tomatoes, peppers, zucchini and squash! And I had a cup of cheddar broccoli soup too. It was yummy!—No! It was super DUPER yummy!

I've been so vegetable-happy lately…maybe it's a sign to wave goodbye to meat forever? (No, Daddy dearest, I'm not trying to disown you.)

My tummy didn't like me so much after it had time to think things over, but that's just too darn bad. Needless to say, I'm regarding food with caution today…it's quite the adversary!

But, hopefully, if we play nice most of the day, I'll be in tip-top shape for tomorrow's cleaning extravaganza!

Come one! Come all!
—See the startling scrubbing activity!
—The FREAKISH vacuum wielder!
And—! Don't forget to stick around for the grand finale:
THE EMPTY LAUNDRY BASKET!