What a killer of a day.
Of a week, even.
Let's see, how many ways are there to say I'm drained? Exhausted, flat, vaccuumed dry? Even sitting here with a glass of red is tiring, my aching spine is groaning in protest. Sigh. Dog and house chores all done, almost ready for a long hot shower and then flop! to bed!
Yep. Friday night excitement over here. Bring on the Chippendales, woohooo! So they can rub my feet and mop my floors, thank you.
I must be insane - my shower caddy contains no less than 8 different shower gels, 3 kinds of bar soaps, 3 flavors of shaving cream and 4 facial cleaners. A back brush. A poofy sponge. A body scrubber glove. And let's not get into the hair products.
Yet all I want in there is my man... Reeer!
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