We spent most of Saturday playing catch up, after ignoring house work for a week or so. Work, work, work has pretty much dominated the scene in the past few weeks, and while in the past I would rush home and vacuum, or clean, this week I just didn't have it in me. So things were pretty hairy- cat hairy, dog hairy, dust bunnyish, a mess. We could have gotten more done, but my brother came to pick up a table and chairs that had been lingering in our backyard for WEEKS. Something my mother was giving him. I was glad to see it go, but geesh. Doesn't everyone know that surprises makes me nervous?