I’ve been threatening to clean the rug for six months and finally got it done. I have to go over it again, but I need more cleaner. I’ll have to get it at the Dollar Tree on Friday.
I’m hungry, but there isn’t much to choose from.
I hope you feel better. It’s not nice to feel ill when one has to be confined with testosterone-filled rooms. That stuff makes it difficult to breathe properly!
I’m having hot flashes and feeling like my neck and head are in a vise.
Maybe I’ll mop the kitchen: it couldn’t possibly make me feel worse.