My Getupandgo

It's missing. If you find it, please enjoy it?

Oh fine, if you find it send it back to me please.

My Marine Son™ will be home on leave in a few weeks, and the hubby will be home tonight from a business trip and as is par for the course around these parts, the house looks as if a bomb went off.

I'd love to blame it all on the dog, but in all honesty I must confess. I'm a slob. There. I said it. But I liked it better when I was blaming the dog. Seriously though? I'm just not a neatnick. I can always find a dozen better things to do than sweep and pick up stuff that has fallen on the floor and-- oh look, a new game on Facebook!

I've always been this way, and my poor husband (who I swear is related to the Cleaver family at least for the neatness factor he grew up with) just lovingly puts up with me. And he helps, he truly does. And today will be the day he finally decides to actually read my blog, karma being what it is. Hi honey!

I come by it honestly. My mother (may she rest in peace) was fond of saying "If you write your name in the dust, please don't put the date." I'm afraid I took her non-lessons to heart and as scary as it sounds, have in many ways become my mother. How terrifying is that?!

On the other hand (the one without a feather duster in it) I can fry chicken like nobody's business.

Now if you'll excuse me, my virtual crops need harvesting.