Cleaning up from the typhoon was fun. Really fun. I mean, what’s not to love about spending hours outside in the sweltering heat the day after a category 3 typhoon tore through the neighborhood? I could think of a million other things I would rather do than clean up from a typhoon. Lets see….I would rather: brush my hair, wash the dog, clean the dogs gut wrenching, disgusting, puke inducing, funky, nasty, horrifically putrid ears out. Ok, maybe I’d rather clean up from a typhoon than do that last thing.
So the day started early. And why wouldn’t it? I mean, with a family of sleepaholics it should come as a total surprise to know that most of us were up before 7 am. Personally, I just couldn’t sleep with three other people in my bed and one at the foot of it. My king sized amazingly comfortable tempurpedic never felt so small.
Are you sitting on the edge of your seat wanting more?
Well..there is no more. Seems that’s where I fell asleep the last time I was blogging. Thank God for auto save though or you never would have had the pleasure of reading this much.
And for the record, I now have another typhoon to clean up from.