I went on a spring cleaning binge a few weeks ago but stalled out.
My plants are dying for better drainage, some bigger pots, more soil, etc.
This is why I shouldn't have children. Or a dog. I wasn't very good to my chickens when I was little. Nothing has changed.
There's about five thank-you notes that are still undone and the guilt is eating me like a cancer.
Speaking of guilt, I ran into my grandparents yesterday while they were out with some business friends. The introduction went something like this, "and this is Liz, she lives in town but you wouldn't know it."
My Pepere's birthday was in early January and he lost his sister about the same time. I really meant to drop by and see him. A month later it still hasn't happened.
And my job still sucks. The end.