Monday, May 15

i'm exhausted and my house smells like cigarette smoke

Both evidence that my mother was here. There are ashes in my tub from her smoking out the bathroom window. There are ashes by the cat dishes from her smoking out the kitchen window. There is assorted junk strewn about the house. Basically, there's a lot of cleaning up to do when I get home from work tonight. And I'm absolutely exhasuted. Feel like someone has been beating me up for the past two days, even though the pain inflicted was purely psychological.

5 comments:

Kitty said...

Think positive, at least it was just the weekend!

I used that lesbian brain article for my blog - so thanks for that.

Hope you have a good week.

Your friends don't do comments. I always think they are the best bit!

Kitty said...

Yeah, blogslutting is cool.

Leave the cleaning for another day and get yourself to bed early.

Take care!

Bette O'Callaghan said...

You get the best in show award for letting your mum smoke in your flat, even if she had to hang out a window.

Bette O'Callaghan said...

You get the Best In Show award for letting your mum smoke in your flat, even if she did have to hang out the window.

Bette O'Callaghan said...

You get the Best In Show award for letting your mum smoke in your flat, even if she had to hang out a window.