A quick swing by

Just swinging by to say I smell like sewage and desperately need my roots done. 40 is terribly glamorous. Off to sort and fold clean laundry, change my stinky clothes (imagine elbow deep in several day smelly laundry water)(you can only judge if you've never left a load of laundry in the washing machine a tad longer than planned) (Ok, I forgot I ran it, and the washer didn't drain, and then I went on laundry strike for maybe 4 or 5 days), participate in Bible study and plan meals for the week. Not in that order.

Be jealous of my awesome God-filled life, because I sure do have it all tog.... can't even finish typing that one. It's just heresy. My life is life. Good/bad/smelly/otherwise.