umm.. showers and realtors and productivity

If you can see what the hell you're doing when you take a shower, please take a moment to appreciate that fact right now. I'm completely serious. I stepped into the shower tonight just to rinse the hair off--I cut M's hair and it is messy--and left my glasses on since it was just an in-and-out kind of thing. Seriously! You people live like this all the time! It's almost hard to believe! I have never in my life been able to see in the shower. Granted, it's one of those tasks that you really don't need that much vision for. I've lived in this body for twenty-six years; I pretty much know where everything's at. But.. my vision is bad. Very, very bad. I'm incredibly jealous of all you seeing people, for the shower if nothing else.

I have been pretty productive tonight. I'm not sure what got into me, but I've straightened and sorted and fixed lots of stuff. I'm not done, but I made a dent in what needs to be done, at least. Maybe because it's beginning to feel like fall, but I've been more in the mood to get stuff done again. My much-discussed to-do list has been sorely neglected these past couple of months. I don't even know where it is, exactly, right now. Of course, I will have MM work to do in a few days, which usually happens when I'm in a productive mood--I spend all that productivity time on MM and then have nothing left over for anything else. Oh, well.

When we went to Open Houses yesterday, we ended up talking to a realtor about how we met. M will almost never go out of his way to mention that he's Swedish, and he doesn't have to. He just doesn't have the Swedish accent thing going on. I, on the other hand, I suck at small talk (really, I do. I hate it.) and the my-husband-is-Swedish thing is one thing that I know will always ease conversation so I abuse it whenever I take a notion to. M probably hears quite enough of it to not want to go into it again. Anyway, when she realized that he moved here to marry me and that we met online, she wanted to know how we met exactly. We explained that it was an online game, a text-based role-playing game called a mud. And she said, "oh, I'm so far behind, I don't know anything about all that newfangled stuff." New-fangled? Rofl. :) Eh, not so much.

I had other stuff to say but my mom called and we talked about stupid people for a while and now it's past my bedtime so I'd better go to bed instead. Nightie night!