Well folks, it seems that my favorite social networking site, Twitter, has been hacked.

I really don’t know what I’m going to do for the afternoon now.

Hmmmm.

Maybe eat lunch?

What do you do when your schedule is interrupted?

Me? I put my Tweets on my BLOG. Love it!

Don’t you just hate dusting? ‘Cause I sure do.

I hate to even breathe it, yet I can’t find the motivation to just do it!

Dusting simply isn’t fun. You get dirty, sometimes sweaty and most of the time your nasal passages get all clogged up.

Dust covers ever corner of my house whether I like it or not. It’s simply a fact of life no one can avoid. Well, maybe the rich with 24/7 house-cleaning service (booooo to you if you’re one of them).

I have my own little way to get myself out of dusting. Yes siree! Buckle up folks, you’re participating in another Domestic Debacle!

So you’ve already figured out what my problem is.

And here’s my solution: I’m going to get emotionally attached to my dust bunnies. Yes, all of them. I mean, how can I even clean them up, when they are just so darn cute? I mean, I’ve named them, dressed them (like Cindy did in that famous Disney movie- oh wait- those were mice) and even cared for them making sure they had enough “dust” to grow. Heh.

These little guys are just so adorable that one day I promise you that my DH will feel the same way.

Okay, I admit, not so much.

Who knows how long I’m going to get away with this one? Even if I do end up as a mental patient, at least I surely won’t have to clean in there!

Oh wow folks, Wednesday came early this morning. Earlier than normal.

Reason?

My 3 year-old likes to get up early. Really early. As in “hi Mommy and Daddy, I’m up at 6:30am, hungry and now you will feed me. Did I mention I’m hungry now?” early.

So my wonderful (love you babe) DH gets up with her and pretty much sends her back to her room while he showers. He gets our of said shower and promptly drops the *F* bomb. Yep. He never does this unless he is really. really. mad. Why is my DH so mad, this early in the morning? It’s something yours truly did, or rather, did not do. Um, that large pink elephant in the room. That thing, called laundry. My poor DH had no (and I really mean no) clean underwear to don under his dress clothes for work this morning *giggle giggle*.

::Waving HI HONEY!!::

In case you didn’t know, he does read my blog…

It’s what makes me even a better wife and Domestic Debacle. Not only do I NOT do my housewifely duties, I like take time out of my day to tell all of you what happened (instead of actually doing what I should be doing).

So everyone pretty much calms down and DD gets her breakfast. DH heads to Wal-Mart to pick up another package of underwear because he actually thinks I’m going to wash those too. Maybe they’ll stretch his time between washes. Only time will tell.

Silly hubby, laundry’s for maids! Oh yeah, we don’t have one… Guess I need to get some done.

Have the grocery store do all the work, but make sure you take all of the credit!

For the baby shower I’m throwing, I want things to taste good, look good, and above all-take very little effort on my part. It’s not that I don’t love the mom-to-be, it’s that I have a family of my own that needs tending to. I want her to have the best party I can give her, while not neglecting my DH and DD at home.

Here’s my plan for foodage:

Baked artichoke dip with homemade toasted baguette (this is the one item that will actually be made 100% by me)

Chicken Salad and Ham salad sandwiches on croissants (store bought everything, but I’ll put it together!)

Fruit salad (yummy yummy- haha! frozen, just need to thaw)

Veggie Tray (will buy in store, already separated and comes with dip!)

Nancy’s Deli Spirals (enough said)

BBQ and Jelly meatballs (I’ll throw them together in the crock pot the morning of. I’m known for these ‘balls.)

To drink, I’ll be making a blue punch- made with Blue Hawaiian punch, Sprite and vanilla ice cream. We’ll also have water and coffee.

And cupcakes. Lots of cupcakes. Made by the cake shop.

There will be *16* people there (well, only 5 have RSVP’d-and that includes me and the guest of honor).

What do you think of my menu? Think it’s enough for a 1:00pm baby shower?