Dear Baby Jesus, I know I have been messing up and should have been cleaning house every waking minute since last thursday evening. or honestly, it wouldnt have hurt to have started on it three years ago. But now my company is coming in this evening and Jesus? I swear if you will just make me get up from this computer and no! Don't EVEN let me go outside and look around and think, you know, I need to clean house, but I think TODAY is the day when I will actually train Nasi to dive off the porch into a bucket of water and then people will be driving up and car doors will be slamming and it will be dark and I will be outside in my nightgown with Nasi in the porch swing and well, again Jesus, I'm sure we would have those old tiresome discussions about "intervention" and "mental health".
So if you could just once again, cut me a little slack and somehow miraculously send a little motivation my way Baby jesus I would be deeply deeply grateful. Not where I would actually attend the Sandy Mountain Church of Fountain down the street (there are no mountains within 900 miles), but I swear I would take some food or wash dishes at the rescue mission again. Thank you. Your miscreant liege Janice -- yipie tie yie yo
