Superfluity of naughtiness

God snuck up behind me last night while I was laughing at funny stories of our retiring pastor, and bonked me on the head with the Bible.
In all fairness, He's been telling me for a while now that I am spending too much time online, while my bathtub grows a pink-ish layer of mildew, and my kids are finishing up the school year.
Shawn will be slapping on a back pack in three weeks and traipsing off to school every other weekend, (while working his other weekends, just to keep the money rolling in) so I'm gonna have to peel myself away from facebook and mow the grass occasionally.
The kids are starting to have better attitudes, so I can't very well make them clean out the pantry or plastic ware cabinets, when that sort of chore has been earmarked for discipinary action.
So, the long and short of it is, I need to get up off my ample hiney and get back to work. You know, the job I have that I don't get paid to do. (with money, I mean. I get paid in other ways, of course... I'm being funny here, not complaining! sheesh!)

In other news, this weekend we turned on the A/C just for laughs, because after having to replace the heater, the water heater, the stove, and the dishwasher (without the home-owner's warranty helping out AT. ALL.) we knew that there was no chance of it working, and seriously wondered if it would just burst into flames and burn down the house in the process. But, wonder of all wonders... it WORKED! It didn't burst into flames, resulting in a devastating house fire, turning into a forest fire, taking out the neighborhood in the process! In fact, it actually cooled the house down, and held it at a steady 71 degrees.
Praise be to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob!

Amen.

Now, about that pink-ish mildew...