I'm crammed full...I've got lost dogs, re-licensing credits, side jobs, homemade granola, bills. I've got cookies to bake for a bake sale, laundry to fold, laundry to wash, laundry to hang. I've got friends to say I'm sorry to, play dates to plan, dishes to wash, dogs to walk so they don't leave on their own. I've got floors to vacuum, dirty socks to pick up, junk mail to recycle. I've got seeds to plant, taxes to file, back fat to get rid of. I've got orthodontic appointments to make, baby hats to knit, a back latch that needs fixing (not mine). I've got. I've got. I've got. I'm all filled up.
And all I want to do is this:
What's that phrase: the squeaky wheel gets the grease?
Something about the biggest complainer getting what they want?
Was I complaining?
Oh, I was.
Good, I'm going to spin.
Thanks for listening,