So, the movie last night was freakin' hilarious! I love Melissa McCarthy. On a coffee (and oats 'n dark chocolate granola bar) break. I don't feel like going back to cleaning, though. At least, not in the living room area. (My youngest turned off my music and has commandeered the television.) I could straighten out my room. It's not that bad, really. Although Sunday morning, I managed to smash my baby toe (on my left foot, the one with no previously broken bones) on a ten pound weight hiding beneath a pile of feather boas. Not broken, just a little swollen and a lot bruised. Anyway, I would say that's a sign I need to do some picking up.