My house is a bloody mess. The laundry is piled up to the ceiling and my dishes could use a wash. Oh what's that, Alfie, you want a cookie for breakfast? Why not. Juju's dressed herself and she's not wearing pants. I should probably brush her hair or take a picture of some wonderful project I've made, but I haven't made any. Maybe next week. Instead I'll sit in front of the fire and play house with Juliette and then maybe a game of checkers with Alfredo. This Blog and my House will just have to wait awhile longer, I've got more important things to tend to.