Tiffany Blue

So my house is a mess. I’m about to start cleaning it. Really. I even (based on a recommendation from someone who seems to know what she’s talking about) joined Flylady.com, which is a boot camp for those of us who are organizationally challenged. My first “assignment” is to shine my sink. I’m supposed to soak my kitchen sink with warm water and bleach for one hour, and then scrub, using a toothbrush to get the crevices. This is supposed to be therapeutic or something. It is psychologically beneficial, supposedly, to have a nice, clean sink.

So here’s an odd conundrum: I can’t find my bleach. I probably put it up high somewhere.

Last night, I had a not very unusual bout of extreme insomnia. Usually, I lay in bed staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling (came with the house when we bought it. I rather enjoy them, actually.) Last night, instead of writing or cleaning my house, I redesigned my blog. It is now a Tiffany blue. Because my blog name references Breakfast at Tiffany’s. And because I like blue.

If I could get away with it, I’d smoke one of those long cigarettes. And that’s about as rebellious as I get.

I have saved the template for my own blog; I am undecided about my makeover. I think I like it. I voted that I liked it in my poll to your right. Please vote. Be honest. I can take it.

(Updated pics of my kids forthcoming.)