Back To The Ole Drano...
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It's that dreaded time again. Time to get the glasses together for another round of ole Drano aka Hell-In-A-Jug. Nothing quite like starting the first week turning 40 with a jug of ocean tasting saltwater!

I had a wonderful birthday weekend and it was great getting out of the house! Seldom do I get to wear the nice clothes in my closet seeing I don't get out that much so this weekend was extra special! It was nice to dress up for a change! My friend even bought a few new sweaters and can also enjoy them this coming week as the winter weather slowly creeps up on us.  I love snow and was lucky enough to see the very first flakes of the season on my birthday.

Maybe its a sign of many good things to come! One can only hope!

Me and my friend decided since its Drano day which requires I stay active while drinking the toxic poison that we start cleaning the house. Not the typical vacuum and Windex but instead a really good cleaning with Pledge and the works! I thought it was a great idea and its nice to finally have someone assist with taking care of the house because its just way too much for this gal. Last time I attempted to clean the house it took me almost a week. YIKES! Once I got my Drano together and chaser of Gatorade seeing I ran out of Hawaiian punch we got our supplies out and started cleaning one room at a time. I can't bend down or stoop anymore so my friend was nice enough to do the hard cleaning and I dusted furniture that didn't require me to lift or move my back in ways to cause further problems. Once I finished up my last glass we got the living room, dining room, kitchen, hallway and bathroom cleaned.

TALKING ABOUT TEAMWORK!

Cleaning is a million times easier when you have help and it wasn't so scary like it used to be before I had my friend to assist. The Drano also went down a bit faster but not without a few times gagging and then getting things hung up. Sadly that sensation lasted for four hours and this treatment just didn't work, DANG IT! Typically a normal person would be in the bathroom within the first hour and making over 30 trips by now but not my UFO paralyzed intestines. Oh no! that would be too easy because instead by the time it was 11pm I only made two bathroom trips. I also didn't get any further relief the remainder of the evening so looks like another Hell-In-A-Jug treatment is in my very near future.

UGGGG!

I am sure glad I got out and enjoyed my birthday because I have a hunch this isn't going to be a very good upcoming week. Amen.