I DO NOT Want to Clean the House

Period. I don't want to. I'm not going to. And no one can make me. Except maybe my realtor. I'm defiantly refusing to clean up anything today, except maybe the cat puke courtesy of Pritsha, because she decided to eat a flower. Beautiful she is, smart she is not.

I'm going to sit on my bum-bum (as Reagan calls it), drink my Slimfast shake (pretty decent and actually does really fill you up--and hey, give me a break, I'm working out too!) and read my two new magazines.

That's right. I'm going to be sloucher mom today. And frankly, I don't care who knows it or what anyone thinks! Power to the moms! I say everyone breaks free has a sloucher day!