Bleachy

This morning is a perfect example about how I approach the task at hand. At 6 AM my alarm went off. I hit the snooze button and slept for ten more glorious minutes. But then at 6:10 I really got up. I got dressed, put my tennis shoes on (because I get more work done when I'm wearing tennis shoes. for real), and thought about what I had to do: put clothes away, gather up all the of glasses that Preston and I leave on EVERY POSSIBLE surface in the apartment, wash said glasses, put clean dishes away, review the list of what I need to pack for Virginia, and finally, actually pack for Virginia.

So what do I decide to do? Naturally, get down on my hands and knees and scrub the kitchen floor with bleach. Seriously. In a list of non essential things I could have chosen to do before leaving for Virginia, getting on my hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor with bleach is about number EIGHT THOUSAND. This is the same reason my sock drawer is always SUPER organized during finals week. OK I think my coffee break is over. DMV post coming later today!