Swiffer, Kiss My Dust Bunnies

Here we are. It’s Friday night and I’m as plum tuckered out as I always am by this point in the week. Apparently, I’m watching television programs with an anticipated strong female following: all I’m seeing are commercials for pads, tampons, and cleaning supplies. Oh, and lady antiperspirant, so I can smell like Fabulous Freesia…

Pinned Down

I had another physiotherapy appointment tonight for my left hand. Poor leftie, because she doesn’t have enough to worry about while living perpetually in the shadow of her much more popular sister, has not recovered from surgery as hoped. While the incision itself has closed up and long since stopped threatening to pop open, the…