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Today I spent time doing something I don't like...Staying home to be the butler of my house.

While Howard got to zip off at 7, I  got to wait at home between the hours of 8 and 4 for the cable person, Center Point Energy person and deliveries. I know there are no violins playing for me but the truth is I like going to the office. My energy level and appearance are based on the amount of outside stimulation that I get. So when I am home with our dogs Crosby and Ernie, I turn into that person I swore I would never be.

Here is a visual: My hair is in a bun on top of my head; I have on no make-up except for a pimple concealer that is supposed to clear up and cover up the project on the side of my right cheek that I worked on for a good hour last night, glasses, dark blue sweatshirt, gray sweatpants, no bra, tube socks and my Uggs.  On top of looking like that housewife that sits around and complains to much, I am becoming that woman.

Our cable guy arrived at 10: "Hi is the owner of the home around?"

"Yep that would be me"

"Ohhhh where is the main box?"

"Follow me."

One hour of Ellen DeGeneres, one hour of The View and the 4th hour of the Today Show with Hoda and Kathie Lee later, the door bell rings again.

"Well hello nice knocker"

"What did you say?"

"Sorry miss but I saw your door knocker and it reminded me of a funny line from a movie"

"Great," I thought to myself.

I get the Center Point Energy Comedian that tells bad jokes on the side."

"Are you having a nice day?"

"Yes and it will be even better when you can fix the furnace that decided to blow on one of the coldest days this winter'."

Two hours of doing my now (legal adult) son's laundry, a break for lunch which was the leftover steak from last night that tasted like salted cardboard because I forgot to zip the zip lock all the way across, a Diet Coke and,  yes, six of those damn Girl Scout Thin Mints later, the door bell rings aaaagain.

"I have a delivery here'"

"Just leave it there and I will get it later."

"I can't just leave it there because it requires a signature."

"Here you go."

"Excuse me but that is a different last name"

"Sorry about that I go by my maiden name."

(At this point my patience is wearing thin) which meant one thing: back for a few more Thin Mints..ahh that's better, some time on Facebook and talking to my publicist. (Yes people I have a publicist so get over it.) Wasted another hour or so until the phone rang.

"Hey, it's CJ from the Star Tribune."

Uh oh.

The story continues. Part 2 tomorrow.