Phew. It's a few minutes after midnight on the day of Feast Day. Costumes are presentable. The house is not. There's unwashed dishes and a broken vacuum leering at me. My nine year old daughter is having a birthday slumber party tomorrow (no school). I should probably start preparing for it but instead I sit here in a tête-à-tête with my monitor and cordless mouse thingee.
Starting to panic now...excuse me while I inhale whipped cream straight from the can.