Huling's words proved prophetic. She said I would be needing two months to write about my "past loves". It will be March 1 tomorrow and I still have a few (guys) left to brag... errr, blog about.
Today proved to be a tiring, unproductive and at some point, irritating day. I woke up early with the intent of doing my internet stuff first. No deal. I deemed my house dirty and that no amount of effort from my maid satisfied me. I did the cleaning myself. I got carried away that I did the garden and terrace too making me rush through my bath and dressing so as not to be late in watching the Oblation Dance Sport Finals at UP. It was a boring but at some points interesting competition of students. I stayed up to the end thinking that my son would (naturally) come home with me. He chose to stay and told me so after I've endured the 4-hour torture.
Ethan and I went home and got our dinner/snack at the McDonald's Drive Thru. The ketchup sachet chose my white blouse as target. The nugget barbeque sauce chose Ethan's shirt to dirty. It was hard unwrapping the food, eating, looking out for Ethan and driving at the same time. I was just glad there was no traffic going home.
Tired and dirty, I arrived home. I immediately set myself up for a shower. Crap! Whatever happened to the lavatory faucets? None is working! Okay, I'll just leave that for tomorrow. After a refreshing shower I finally turned on the computer, typed my blog url and whadaaa!? Where's my PR 3? It was here last night!!
Today proved to be a tiring, unproductive and at some point, irritating day. I woke up early with the intent of doing my internet stuff first. No deal. I deemed my house dirty and that no amount of effort from my maid satisfied me. I did the cleaning myself. I got carried away that I did the garden and terrace too making me rush through my bath and dressing so as not to be late in watching the Oblation Dance Sport Finals at UP. It was a boring but at some points interesting competition of students. I stayed up to the end thinking that my son would (naturally) come home with me. He chose to stay and told me so after I've endured the 4-hour torture.
Ethan and I went home and got our dinner/snack at the McDonald's Drive Thru. The ketchup sachet chose my white blouse as target. The nugget barbeque sauce chose Ethan's shirt to dirty. It was hard unwrapping the food, eating, looking out for Ethan and driving at the same time. I was just glad there was no traffic going home.
Tired and dirty, I arrived home. I immediately set myself up for a shower. Crap! Whatever happened to the lavatory faucets? None is working! Okay, I'll just leave that for tomorrow. After a refreshing shower I finally turned on the computer, typed my blog url and whadaaa!? Where's my PR 3? It was here last night!!
The prophet is here visiting....hahaha. What a Saturday nga....your PR 3 is still there. Baka nang aasar lang...hehe,....
ReplyDeleteHope your Sunday will be a lot better....
Huling
hope you'll have a better day tom :)
ReplyDeletehahaha, at ang tukayo ko prophet na pala siya.
ReplyDeletehope your Sunday is a lot better.