june cleaver, i'm not, but...

laundry, done. cleaned, dried, folded and put away. usually, i'm lying on a big pile of warm clothy-goodness at this point and falling asleep. must be the groovy tunes, like this one, that inspired me:



(ahhh, nice. always reminds me of cejwin.)

now, what to do w/ the rest of my morning? dare i walk outside and get my lip waxed. i'm in dire need of that and it is sunny right now...