In direct contrast to the tidy, typed to-dos of last week, here you have the true state of affairs 'round here--what really guides my comings and goings.
I am, if nothing else, polished.
Go ahead. Try to decipher my chicken scratch. And then would you please let me know what it says?
One thing that is never on my to-do list: Laundry. No kidding. And it's not because I am so darn good at getting the wash done that it never needs to be a part of my things-to-be-reminded-of scrawlings. Instead, the conspicuous absence of "laundry" on my sophisticated to-do list is due to the fact that my spouse is the resident launderer.
I ain' the kind to bore the blogosphere with my moonings and swoonings over my spouse and my perfect life, having too great a penchant for all things truthful and real and a vehement loathing for the over-inflated and shellacked, but it must be said right here and right now: I have the best husband.