Insanity is a dish best served microwaved

I love clean floors.  There’s something about the squeakiness of the floor makes against your feet.  I know that sounds weird.  Most of my friends and I are reaching the point where we have disposable income in our lives.  Most of my friends have a housekeeper.  First, they are dudes and don’t like cleaning.  I say not so much about that.  I do have a landscaper because I suck at it.  But inside, I want to make sure the house is clean.  It’s also a way for me to survey the damage around the house.  Plus I love the smell of clean.

I spent most of the day catching up on all the backlog work that has been piling up on my desk.  I also got my teeth cleaned.  Afterwards, my dentist (a new one) scolded me for not flossing enough… big surprise.  Why dentist get such glee from giving me a lecture about flossing.  Well dentist lady I floss once a day…  just not enough for her.  I mean she was scraping the crap out of my teeth and then she wondered why they were bleeding?  Hmmm… maybe that sharp hook you’ve been prodding it with might have something to do with it.  What’s that white thing she ask?  Maybe it’s my tooth that once had a home in my mouth.

I have the suits coming to visit again tomorrow.  This time it’s the credit department… he is going to count my three rings and tassels just to make sure I’m not lying.  Woo hoo.  I’m going to milk him for the most expensive lunch I can think of in Chico… teach you to bug me when I’m working….