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Every time I've had the flu I always like to re-record all my voice mail greetings. For some reason, just before the sickness completely leaves my body, I'm visited by a beautiful Kathleen Turner-esq sultry husky voice. So I'll be doing that later today.
It appears that this is the week leading up to my period. Today I have been cleaning. The kitchen, the dishwasher (?), washing anything I can find to put into the washing machine, cleaning up outside, re-organising the kids playroom, and the afternoon, something I have never done before. I cleaned the bathroom. Not just the shower, basin, bench etc. But the cupboard doors, the fronts of all the drawers, inside all the cupboards and drawers, de-cluttered and re-ordered. Scott is going to pass out when he notices (which, face it - could be today, could be tomorrow, or never really). I am not of the cleaning type. I do enough to get by. Superficial tidying, wiping, that sort of thing. But I make the most of my once a month cleaning bug. The day before my period I am of a mood to kill anyone and anything that gets in my way. I just spend the whole day cross with the whole world. I love that day. My guess is, it's going to be Sunday.
Scott is still persisting that we have to go to Kylie Mole's (troll he works with) wedding. I don't want to go, and can't really see any good reason why I should. Scott looked at me pleadingly last night and said "Please come, for me, please go to this wedding. I'll owe you big time." Well who can say no to that. Unless you're insane or mental or well, stupid really.
It bears noting, if not for record keeping purposes only, that Scott had lunch with Tayler last Friday (10/06), and yesterday Tayler just happened (yeah right) to be walking along the street when Scott was leaving work to go home. Tayler had breaking news that he's going back to Melbourne for an unspecified time. This whole Tayler thing just gets worse and worse.
Tonight we have to are going to Ikea. I know it was a bad idea last time, but we need a blind for our front window, 'cos I'm getting sick of the neighbours being able to see me while I scarf down my dinner as I sit on the sofa, instead of at the table, and the blinds on the other two windows are from Ikea - place of hell. So we go tonight.

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