. . . and then Lucy said it was aliens that did it.

I'm going to be busy this morning getting the laundry washed and cleaning a topsy turvy house that got tossed by two very rambunctious puppies last night. Yes, they were playing most of the night and when David woke up early this morning he reprimanded both the fuzzy babies while they were trying to sleep. When I woke up I swear the place looked as though the police tossed it looking for drugs. There were toys everywhere. In fact I stepped on a few ragdolls in the hallway. I mean to tell ya they emptied their toy box of everything they could find and then some. There where sofa cushions on the floor in the living room and my seed porn magazines were strewn everywhere with pages that were torn to shreds. What the fuck happened last night was all I could wonder. Was there a full moon? Spunky was probably not even in on all this carnage  because he's both deaf and blind so I won't even label him as a culprit. But Lucy. Now Lucy is the only one who could have done all this. So, she has been outside in the yard on "The Chain" while I clean and she got a good tearing down from me for last night's party. And no, I do not beat my dogs. They get one hell of a verbal scolding that makes them wish I'd stop talking to them though. So, today I have spent a good portion of this morning cleaning up. I still have some mopping and dusting yet to get to. I'll be bringing Lucy inside in a moment because it's starting to get too warm for her out there, besides, she looks as though she has atoned for her sins.

Yesterday, I decided to take a partial day off, although I did wash our jeans and a load of towels. Today, I have all of David's work clothes which are all khakis and polo shirts and a few of my dresses, scrubs, pants and t-shirts from going on two weeks worth now. I tend to hold off on washing unnecessary clothes like my things because I like to mostly wear my scrubs during the day. May I say something in defence of wearing scrubs? They are the most fucking comfortable pieces of clothing on the face of this planet. I happen to own eight pairs, that's tops and bottoms, of scrubs in all kinds of colors. Okay, back to my day yesterday, I seemed to have gotten off track there.

So, yesterday, I did washed two loads of laundry and then I baked two air tight containers worth of about four dozen cookies each. One contains oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies and the other is chunky peanut butter cookies. Then I made two loaves of beer bread which I froze and then also made two loaves of sour dough bread which I also froze only one loaf. The frozen loaves are not baked. So, all I have to do is take one from the freezer and put it into a loaf pan and let it defrost and rise and then just pop it into the oven. It works so nicely that way. I also made some orange scones for this morning which I am finally having for my breakfast which was put on hold while I cleaned up said carnage from the Viking Queen, Lucy's mad romp last night. Yeah, she really did a good one.  So, I'm finished with my breakfast and the laundry buzzer just sounded so I have more stuff to get to. Y'all have a magical day.