"It looks like a cyclone hit it"...

Given the Florida headlines, that really isn't appropriate. However, I'm not about "appropriate"...well, not all the time. Sometimes being "politically correct" is just flippin' ridiculous.

Growing up, I can't begin to think of the number of times that my mom would say, "it looks like a cyclone hit it" when referencing my room. I'm 45 now, and that would be a reasonable way to describe the current state of my house! Oh sure, there is a new seat on the toilet, and the fan blades are clean, but there are soccer uniform samples on the island, yesterday and today's papers on the kitchen table, a barf bowl, water, juice and kleenex on the coffee table (for DS, who is with fever and asleep on the couch), along with a short stack of mine that has both football and soccer club stuff in it. The beds are unmade, and my scrapbooking stuff from last weekend has been untouched for the past week. There are clothes to fold in the dryer, and a basket full of things to be ironed. And here I sit with some peppermint tea, typing away on the computer and checking my usual sites on the internet.

I think I'll set the timer for 45 minutes and see what I can get done.

No need to call FEMA. I think I can handle this one on my own.