My house is STILL clean.
As I said to my friend Liz, I think it very possible that the real Donna has been abducted by aliens and I’m just a pod person waiting to make my move.
That's probably what my daughter is thinking, as I have been making a big deal about picking up after herself.
I actually heard myself emitting the words "I am not your maid!" last night as I wiped down counters after my husband made himself a snack. This is a phrase my own mother used a lot when I was growing up.
But I admit that I was not as vigorous yesterday about dusting and sweeping. That's because I pulled a muscle in my leg and I can't bend down without feeling a good deal of pain. This is something that is occurring a lot more frequently (I've been complaining about chronic shoulder pain for several weeks now, too) and it's more annoying because it reminds me that I'm not as young as I like to think.
If I really was an alien plant, I'd probably be more resilient, don't you think?
That has to be a relief to the family.
(Check out my latest post at my diet blog, High Maintenance.)
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