wet, wet ,wet

Okay guys, enough is enough. I know rain is good and cleansing and the earth loves it and all that jazz but unless someone buys me a clothes drier I'll be in big trouble soon.
My clothes-horse is ready to be put out of its misery, my children are becoming cleanclothingly challenged (it is a word now), I can't remember what a dry towel is and the dogs are drowning out there.
Just give me one nice breezy sunny day and I'll stop whinging, really, only it has to be tommorrow so I'm not at school.
Enough of that drivel.....
I have been out to the uni today buying paint (so there, Romy) and ink and charcoal. Yes, I know I only needed paint but......
And I have made my darlin' take me to Woollies so the hoards get fed again. Another day, another National Debt coulda been paid if only they would just stop eating type affair.
My bathroom is one of those places you don't want to go to, so I'd better do something about that.
My kitchen/studio is full of stuff that has no right to be in a kitchen. I found my bra there this morning!
My rugs are wherever the bloody cat left them and all I can say is thank goodness for incense, at least it doesn't smell as bad as it looks.
Unfortunatly the kitty litter does smell as bad as it looks so that will be needing seeing to too. Bugger.
I'm not even going near the bedroom till I go to bed because I know the entire wardrobe is on the floor waiting for me to put it away and if I can't see it then I can pretend it's not really there.
This is the usual state of affairs around here.
Life goes on.
Better get on with it then....