So many houses...so little time.

"You may attempt to be cool now by downplaying your desires, but the Moon's visit to your 8th House of Intimacy has you thinking about warmer things."

That was how today's horoscopy thing started out.  I have no idea what it means or even how it could remotely describe the day. And, as I mentioned previously, I don't know how many houses I have, but I'm pretty sure that I don't have 8 houses devoted to intimacy.  I wonder if I would have more houses of employment (other than the recently mentioned 6 houses of employment from a previous horoscope) if I had paid more attention to the 10 levels of hell that I've heard about.  I wonder how many levels of appetite exist?  Currently, my 4th House of S'mores is wishing we could go camping soon. Yesterday, my 3rd House of Pancakes was followed by my 9th House of Homemade Apple Pies followed closely by my 2nd House of Pepsi...shadowed by the ever present 18th House of Indigestion. I just don't get it...but that's really ok...Please don't explain it to me.  I can feel my eyes start to glaze over just thinking about how I would feel if someone who actually understands mumbo jumbo ever started to explain it to me.  Hmm, glaze...that reminds me of my 10th House of Honey Baked Ham.

Vague and mysterious horoscope or not, this weekend was a pretty decent one.  However, a day is never without a conundrum around here.  I just lose count of them, and I really like the word conundrum.  We picked Troy up from the airport. We went out to eat at the BBQ place.  I folded clothes. The kids bickered over who got to be on the computer first and for how long.  I got new tires on the car - something which my 7th House of Procrastination has been holding me back from for the last 3 months.  I broke up at least 10 arguments between the kids. I walked 3 miles. I went to work to admit a couple of people. Troy changed the oil and the brake pads on said same car. We watched football. "War Eagle!" and "Roll Tide!" I folded clothes. We went to a church even though it isn't the one we're members at (that's another conundrum and blog for another time). We went to Girl Scouts. I folded clothes. The gerbil died and I'm sure is up in the 8th House of Gerbil Heaven. Jacob is rolling around in the floor with the dog as I type even though Troy and I have both tucked him in already.  And amidst all that, I have a of life changing decision (just involving where I will work) on my mind. So, all in all, it's just another day in paradise without the little fancy umbrella drinks, but I still have more clothes to fold.  Where, oh where is that 1st House of Housekeepers that I so desperately need?