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Today was my day off from work. I slept in, surfed the net, watched several episodes of The United States of Tara. Finally, I ventured downstairs and did the dishes and eventually 4 loads of laundry. And knitted 8 rows on my dishcloth. I did not take a shower and forgot to take my meds. I'll just pop the sanity one here in a bit and 1 more in the morning so that I can put up with people at work tomorrow.

I had dinner done before 6 p.m. Dinner consisted of browned cubed chicken breasts (youngest son cubed it) in a general tso sauce. I have never bought this sauce and it wasn't bad but sure wasn't worth freaking $4 a bottle. I wanted to make a blogger friends sesame chicken recipe but the ingredients were too expensive. I will have to buy the different sauces one at a time because I definitely want to try it.

I had a few calls and texts but thank god nobody demanded I go do something for them. So, now I'm just killing time on the internet before I take my husband to work at 10:30 p.m. Then it's off to bed as I have to be at work at 7 a.m.

Yes, I live a very exciting life. No wonder I'm bored out of my freaking mind. 

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