not perfect

I caught a summer cold, compliments of my kids.

They are thoughtful like that.

I managed to hit Jazzercise Saturday morning, but my throat was miserable.

Sunday, I was dragging and my perfect staging abilities - our house is on the market - was hampered. I let the house relax a bit while I sunk into the couch.

Of course, my slacker tendencies meant I left for a movie with the house less than perfect AND someone wanted to see it.

Doh. I hate that.

But like always, I am doing the best I can on any given day. And sometimes that's not saying a whole lot.