If you haven't woken up to a house that seems almost beyond redemption early Sunday morning what with animal hair shedding, oppressive July heat and general chaos and walked straight to the fridge to pop open a bottle of beer and down it in one big gulp and open another to help you cope up with the day, then you probably won't know what I'm talking about, but if you have done just that then Hello..how fantastic does it feel!
Say I was on my second beer before I had my morning tea, before the clock barely hit nine, and I somehow stumbled with the cleaning, vacuuming, dusting and mopping in an intoxicated state, to jeuje up a small meal and and tiny snacks by the time it was 11:00 and now I feel like I'm nursing a bloody hangover.
Five beers and guilt the size of Australia, but fear not my laddie tomorrow onwards I resume my ascetic life of exercise and hatred.
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