I'm supposed to be cleaning...

I'm supposed to be cleaning. I have walked passed the picture window ten times, at least, looking for my husband. He's bringing a deep freezer home today, some friends are going to be with him and he would like for things to be spotless. So. I've sprayed everything. ... Oh shit! I think that's them.... No it wasn't.
You see cleaning isn't my thing. I mean I'm tidy. But not clean in that sense. There may be a few papers stacked somewhere. So I work on my book from home of course. I still have to clean. Cook, take care of the dogs (we have 5, outside, but still!) listen to the children and that's hard especially when you're always in thought. Because they'll ask me something, and I'll say yes, then the younger ones'll be jumping on the bed, or my daughter will be painting her fingernails, something I forbid because she gets it on her clothes. But look here: I'm a woman on the rise, I don't have time for cleaning! I've got things to do.
So, I bought a big bottle of wine because I needed it. It's raining. And I have to clean. So that's double the reason.
On the book front I have decided to target black book stores and offer them a 60% discount if they order and pay in advance. We'll see what happens. I have about 100 stores give or take twenty, let's see if I get any bites. I'm kicking off that campaign in roughly two weeks.

On the black history front I spent 45min trying to watch the special on Bob Marley, only I couldn't understand what the hell he was saying. My husband was like: can we turn this? I can't understand what he's saying. So I said: He's speaking English. English is their native language. And he says: I don't care what their first language is, that's not English! And we both love Bob Marley, but I guess we will have to get his message through songs. I was squinting, as if that was going to help, at the TV.

Today, Oprah is having D Chapelle, that's going to be a must see. I want to know what the brother is going to say.

Okay, I'm going to end it here, mainly because I don't have anything to say. And I'm a firm believer in not talking, or writing if you don't have anything to say. I guess I was procrastinating cleaning... I'm tempted to deleat this... And I'm tipsy.... And how do you spell delet?
L.F Goodwyn