Saturday night in northeast Oklahoma . . .

Okay, how many of you know that subject line is a take on John Denver's "Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio"?

It's nearly seven p.m. and I haven't done squat today. Well, not entirely true -- I went to WalMart (aaaccckkk!) and scrubbed down half the kitchen cabinets and cleaned the kitchen -- except for that one counter. Keeping stuff off the counters that doesn't belong just doesn't work for me. One of these days, I'm going to build a detached garage and convert the current garage into a pantry, a new laundry room, storage, etc., and I swear, I'm going to have a space there where I can just dump things. If I let it into the house, it just seems to multiply until every flat surface is covered.

But I didn't get around to raking the dog poo (when you got six of 'em going in the same part of the yard, it gets to be really messy -- and stinky -- if you don't keep the rake, shovel and wheelbarrow handy). And I didn't even think of picking up the chain saw and heading out to tackle the ice storm damage. I didn't climb up into the attic to rearrange all the stuff up there to make room for more stuff. The temperature has to get higher than 43 degrees to consider that. And though I thought about writing, I didn't actually get around to it.

However, I did get a cool new set of earbuds for my iPod that don't get tangled in my hair and fall out all the time. (Playing right now: Sloppy Drunk by Saffire - Uppity Blues Women.) I got some hair color -- 6RB (what the heck kind of name is that? Maybe they should hire the OPI fingernail polish namers to come up with some decent names for them.)

And I got a new book -- THE WICKED WAYS OF A DUKE by Laure Lee Guhrke. I love her books, so I'm getting off here, refilling my glass with Diet Dr. Pepper, and diving in! Rachel6:45 PM