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It's not often that I'd consider a weekend spent doing housework a good weekend, but this was a little bit unusual.

Nicole and Perrin moved out Friday morning, and I spent most of the time from Friday evening to Sunday evening cleaning the house, playing on the computer and playing music on my stereo very loudly!

It's a good feeling to be able to walk into the kitchen in the morning with it as clean as it was when you walked out of it the night before, rather than looking like a brothel after pay-day.

Yes, I'm in fussy old queen mode. Deal, it will pass.

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mijbril
Sep. 28th, 2003 08:05 pm (UTC)
You're re-establishing your AJ comfort zone, this is good for the mind :)
halloranelder
Sep. 29th, 2003 05:06 am (UTC)
Yep. Feeling a hell of a lot better already, and they've only been out of the house for three days.

No stress, no pressure. Happy Aj!
paxford
Sep. 28th, 2003 08:38 pm (UTC)
Clean house!!!
Brilliant! - so when's the first Stargate party?

:-D
halloranelder
Sep. 29th, 2003 05:07 am (UTC)
Re: Clean house!!!
Umm, is that going to be before or after the Babylon 5 party and the Star Trek: Deep Space 9 party?
paxford
Oct. 1st, 2003 10:08 am (UTC)
Re: Clean house!!!
Geee..... the lure of a Mega-Geek weekend!

How about 12 hours of each - with suitable breaks in between and work out which of your friends *IS* the super geekiest!

:-D
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