I went a little hormonal with Aunt Flo this month. It seems that I all of a sudden decided to become June Cleaver. I pulled up the rug in my living room on Tuesday, beat it to death, polished my wood floors, I've had the den carpet cleaned, I cleaned the refrigerator, got on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor and probably done 12 loads of laundry since Sunday evening. Thank goodness that Aunt Flo has left and I no longer have the desire to start cleaning the closets.
For the record, no, I will not come visit you next time. I have plenty of stuff to do at my house.