Today's the day, folks. Despite knowing that no social worker is going to give us a 'white glove' test on the baseboards and cabinets I have been cleaning (probably out of anxious energy more than anything else) like a whirling dervish(?). Our social worker is coming at 11, in less than 30 minutes, and Paul is still outside mowing the lawn. ARGH! I wish he was in and already showered. Oh well. C'est la vie.
As some of you may know I am considering getting involved in the distribution of Mona Vie, a fruit juice essentially. I'm still on the fence about this one. The plan makes sense but... there's always a but isn't there... I can't get two words out of my mind... PYRAMID SCHEME. So I'm still deliberating. The only reason I'm involved at all is that I have seen real improvement in my skin since I've been drinking the stuff. I'm thinking I'll join just to buy the stuff for myself at a discounted rate. I'm vascillating. I know. Oh well. Gotta get off of this thing and fluff a few pillows and stuff. More when the visit is over.
Lisa
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