House-Louse

I did some exercise today! By no matter of coincidence, I did some housework *gasp* voluntarily today too. I scrubbed, vacuumed and mopped. Worked up the closest I'd been to sweating since, oh, a month ago. I know, I'm so lazy with exercise! If I had the money though, I'd buy a pair of blades. For now it has to remain on my wishlist, together with an iPod, lasik and braces (in order of cost).

Speaking of housework, my many months of parking in front of the computer (and next to my window) has alerted me to a guy who's vying for the "Exemplar Househusband of the Year" Award. He's from the block behind mine (and because our kitchens are face-to-face, our block is behind his, too), and I've seen him on various occasions, bringing in the laudry, yakking on the phone like an Auntie as well as cleaning the kitchen windows. Imagine what else he does around the house, out of my sight! Let's see, what other exemplary husbands are there in my life? There was my grandad, who cooked our meals, my dad, who tidies the house, and The Boyfriend's dad, who mops the floor. Ooh ooh and there's my uncle(-in-law), who does the laundry! And the best part is, my aunt is a housewife. That really takes the cake, for me.

Well enough of my thinking-out-loudness. For those not yet in the know, I'm up for another round of interviews this Thursday. Don't ask me what job it is - I intend to bitch about it and I don't want to be slapped with any fine, jailterm or notice letter telling me to scoot.