Let's face it, I do really well with irresponsibility. When given the choice of riding along to Texas with David on a business trip, or staying home and cooking, pretending to be tidy (at least the day before He Comes Home), feeding the dog, washing, ironing... Hmmmm. I chose to ride along in the nice new truck (listening to a fresh slate of iTunes which I ostensibly purchased for David for his birthday but as with Irish Spring, I like them too!) have my meals prepared for me, my room cleaned, my bed made, and spend every waking moment watching TeeVee and playing on the computer. With maybe a little recreational reading thrown in for good measure. It's a rough life, I'm tellin' ya.
And with all that waste-able time, I would have been remiss not to scrap, well, a scrap of it: