mad_andy

Well, two trips to the dump, several tons of stuff shifted and we're...

...maybe halfway there?

We've got too much stuff. And how have I got so many clothes?! I only ever wear jeans and t shirts, for fuck's sake!

Ah well. One more day of this, and on Monday I intend to pass out in a gibbering heap. Slay can go work, I care not. Still, when we went round to Mother-in-law's to drop off another load of stuff she'd cooked a big roast dinner - and there was enough for two more. Hurrah! She overcooks her veggies but care I? Not. Saved me cooking. (Me. Cook. *Snort*)

Okay, I want a glass of wine - oh, and if the dog and the husband could stop winding each other up I'd be very grateful. Axl knows that he gets dinner and gets played with when I say so - so he goes and bugs the crap out of Slay, who gives in and whinges and moans until feed/play with/pay attention to the dog just to shut him up. Smart pup. If they're both undamaged by this time tomorrow I'll be very surprised.

So. How is everybody else's weekend?