The procrastination train will depart in a little while...

O. M. G. I cannot believe it is 3:41 in the afternoon already. I have spent the better part of this balmy South Dakota January day sitting at this computer desk messing with this blog site. Meanwhile a legion of dust bunnies are plotting their attack, and I have a small mountain range of unmated socks sitting in the clothes dryer which undoubtedly will avalanche atop me when I open the door. While on the topic of laundry... has anyone else accidentally inhaled laundry detergent??? You see,... I have this 'friend' who was putting the scoopful of the powder detergent into the washer, and I- err, I mean 'my friend', was yawning as she lifted the scoop and she inhaled some of the detergent powder. -OK so it was me, not a friend... but regardless of who it was- I did NOT see any surgeon general warning against this on the detergent box, and now my throat is very irritated and I think I have a great liability suit to take up against Gain. Whatdaya think? 

For those of you who may be reading this blog, who aren't related to me, there is a little something you should know about my family. We are a group of immature little pranksters. Every December 26th, we start collecting dirt on each other,... like stupid things each of us did throughout the year, and then come the next Christmas Eve, we gag gift each other. So, I am certain now to get a gift having to do with inhaling laundry soap. I'll let you know next year what I get if this blog is still up and running. 

Now, still on the topic of laundry... why has nobody ever come up with a way to keep socks in pairs as they are washed and dried, thus reducing the superordinate amount of time a person needs to spend pairing them up when they come out of the dryer??? I think I will create a line of socks that have snaps on them, so when you take them off, you snap them together with their mate and throw them into the washer and then the dryer. Just pull them out, and wallah! -they are already for the sock drawer! Now watch, someone is going to pirate my idea and before you know it, there will be a ShamWow infomercial endorsing snapped socks. And they will be all the craze, that person will be filthy rich and I will still be stuck here, sitting behind my real desk, at my real job, making real money, to pay to real debtors... (Don'tcha just love how this segways back to my first blog?!) 

Well, that's about it for me today. I'm certain I have some Windex that needs to be sprayed into my eyes or something.