Is It Friday Yet?

With our trip to New Orleans and the puke-fest that followed, my days have become disjointed and confused. It feels like it should be Friday to me already even though I have technically worked just one day this week. Maybe I just wish it was Friday so that tomorrow would be Saturday and I could actually get my housework done.

Yeah, I said it; I wish it was the weekend so that I could clean. Maybe I'm still sick after all.

In my defense, I have virtually no clean underwear after having missed my usual laundry day last Sunday. The children are less affected by the lack of clean laundry since it is Spring Break and neither of them has bothered to change out of their pajamas since our return from New Orleans. Hugh doesn't seem to notice the lack of clean underthings either but, I'm chalking that up to the fact that he simply has more underwear than I do.

And, maybe I need to go shopping.

Speaking of shopping, I forgot to mention that Hugh and I spent a great deal of time wandering through the French Market while in the French Quarter. I snagged a great deal on a fake Burberry bag with a matching wallet and I could not be more pleased. The last fake I had-a Kate Spade-lasted for four or five seasons before starting to look trashy and I got millions of compliments on it. I also got used to cheerfully chirping "It's a fake!" as though anyone cared so; I should do well with my faux British accessory.

In the interest of full disclosure, the Burberry perfume I wear is 100% authentic, purchased duty free in Barbados.

You know, in case you've ever been close enough to smell me and you wondered.

Not enough brain-rot for you? I'm also posting at Rocky Mountain Moms Blog today. Come by and say hello and I'll totally let you sniff my perfume for free.