I wrote this post this morning. While I was writing I decided, “you know what, mama? How about instead of asking if you CAN do it you just fucking get it done and be the champion you know you are?” So, all the stuff that’s crossed out is what I DID do today…

I have to do these things. I’m sitting here not doing them because I don’t feel well, waiting for my DayQuil to kick in. I work well under pressure so we’ll see.

Gotta:

. put the laundry together
. get the laundry to the place to have the laundry done for us
. put all the recycling out so we stop looking like hoarders
. do the dishes
. do the kitty boxes
. give the girls their weekend love
. fix a computer in another time zone
. do some cereal eating
. attempt to make Mikey’s maple pie
. buy containers for Easter candy
. put the Easter candy in said containers
. pay bills
. have Poppy Dawggy time (in whatever form our old bodies will let us)
. have Wrestlemania Easter Sunday at Mama Dawg’s with the NJ crew
. eat, sleep, groom
. kick this fucking cold to the curb

There’s stuff left on that list, but this weekend isn’t over yet, is it? Nope.