Stuff.

We went to the Starving Artist sale here in town....I have wanted to go to one for years. It seemed that many of the "paintings" were paint by number...a waste of time and effort on my really painful back, and now - my neck. No idea why I'm falling apart but it's peeing me off.

Cleaned the pigsty I live in on Saturday. Perhaps part of the reason why my neck has joined the party...husband sat by and watched while I scrubbed the floor. Unfortunately, the clean floor doesn't last nearly long enough, especially in the winter, when you have a dog. Ugh.

Spent a good portion of the weekend arguing with Mark or not speaking to him. Good times.

I have somehow had my email address used in a Lesbian Chat website. I logged in, after changing the password which was easy to do since it was registered to MY email...and voila--there is a YOUNG girl named sarah, apparently a chapstick lesbian (WTH?), in all her young faced glory...with her own page. Sort of a myspace for lesbian women. The problem? I am not sarah, I am not 16, and I am not a lesbian. I don't want to know when LIZ or ANGEL have left me comments or have been added to my friend list. Heavens....And my email address has been mine for more than 12 years...

Monday. Bring it on. Good day.

:)