Glad I did laundry

Well, that didn't last long. 

Torbie and Biscuit joined me in bed last night, making things rather crowded.  Biscuit lay on my right, Torbie on my left.  I didn't sleep as well as I would have liked. 

My gums have been bugging me off and on, gingivitis runs in my family.  I need to get better about flossing. 

I woke up today: tired.  If it's not an average mood then I'm slightly depressed.  No more mania.  Boy, that didn't last long. 

Glad I did laundry! 

I got up, took my shower, and did my God Time later.  I shaved my legs and donned my capris. 

It was 87 degrees yesterday, and supposed to be the same today.  I didn't want to overheat and I need to be shaving my legs anyway. 

What if a repairman comes unexpectedly and I'm in my nightgown, or I forget to do laundry and all I have is a pair of shorts?  I don't want to scare people with my hairy legs. 

I hear this is not as big a deal in Europe, but it sure is in America.  The only women who don't shave are the ones prone to keloids, and they always wear long pants. 

It is a cultural obscenity for a woman to walk around with unhaved legs.  I don't care.  I would love to skip shaving, but I have to conform, somewhat. 

The cats never shave and they look great. 

We went to the warehouse.  Ron figured, if he bought 4 cases of soda, he could avoid making a Dr Pepper order Friday morning.  So we did that.  I also bought some candy because we were out of Hershey Almond and some Nestle varieties. 

I checked out and Ron complained he was hungry.  I don't know why the man won't eat breakfast, goes somewhere, and then tells everyone he's hungry.  For one, it makes me look bad. 

Prolonged fasting is not good for the metabolism, regardless of what he thinks.  [He's gagging as he drinks "his" vodka right now.]

He kept talking about sweets, so I asked him if he wanted some double chocolate muffins.  He said yes, so I went and bought some.  We each ate one, making a horrible mess with crumbs everywhere.  But they were very good. 

We went to work and did what we could (not much) and I helped Ron fill the bottled vendor.  He did canned sodas pretty much on his own (I had to help him get some). 

I cleared off the carts as best I could, because we won't be coming back until we do our big "buy", and I'll need every cart available.  I don't like to keep the driver waiting. 

I do have a stack of Cokes that is pretty high, that won't be much fun to move. 

We came home.  First we rode off in the opposite direction and picked up someone in a rather dodgy neighborhood.  She was nice enough, though. 

We finally got home around 1:30 and I took a nap, after eating another muffin and taking my pills.  Ron called the boss and verified he got the check yesterday.  Good. 

I slept for a couple of hours.  I got up and did my God Time, then watched TV.  Basically, in today's Bible reading, Moses, his brother, some other priests, and 70 elders of Israel all had a big BBQ with God (In Exodus). 

Speaking of BBQ, Ron just dumped out a sealed container of BBQ sauce, washed the container, threw it away, and then had to wash the BBQ sauce out of the sink.  Why not just throw away the whole container?  I don't get that.  It's so wasteful of water. 

I got on Facebook.  I get so sick of people using their personal page to promote their "businesses".  If you want to sell essential oils, or the new spice, or some kind of weed harvester, fine.  Set up a business page and invite people to like it, but don't write about your kids one minute and your "great opportunity" the next.  I find that invasive and rude. 

I have a business Facebook.  I set it up, I update it periodically, and that's it.  While I may talk about work on my personal Facebook I'm not trying to force anyone to use "my" vending machines. 

Ron is very drunk and trying to understand how the internet works. 

This is going to take a while.