agenda

to be completed at some time in the (near) future:

• girl time. holy crap, girl time. and not this halfway double dating biz - im talking dinner out, anthro shopping, and much talk of shoes and boys and much eating of chocolate. just my girls.
• im fairly certain i dont own enough hangers to have all of my clothes clean and hanging at the same time, but am willing to take the bet. laundry makes this list, as sad and endless a topic as laundry ever is. whats probably worse is the fact that i have everyday this week come home from work and immediately changed into my bird pants (super fab jammies) ... and i have even chased a little tan terrier down the street in the snow in said bird pants so now all the neighborhood thinks im an unemployed hobo who cant manage normal clothing with buttons and zippers.
• only one line of this next subject is allowed: GET A JOB OR GIVE UP ALREADY. if i am not gainfully employed by easter, i officially resign from my post as Most Ambitious and Fastidious Applicant That Ever Was.
• mopping floors of kitch and bathroom. this is being put off because two of the three creatures living in my home have no respect for for wiping feet (or paws) and there is no sense in Cinderelling it only to necessarily repeat the task.
• and finally, find the time and energy and gumption to tell the following individuals to shut the frack up and be good, normal, behaving adults already: Bobby, Colby's kid brother, Mike the new boy at my work, the mean mailman who gives us dirty looks for the marsh snow swamp surrounding our mail box we can do nothing about, and the folksy singer who is NOT talented but insists on singing right to your fetching face Saturday nights at Pepperbellys.