A Little Help From My Friend....Jose Cuervo

I haven't cleaned the house in so long it's pathetic. I'm really embarrassed. When husband's friends stop over, I always ask to "excuse our squalor". The kitchen table is covered in junk mail, and the counters are covered in dirty dishes and party supplies that I have no room for in any cabinet. Theres a shelving unit in the basement just for that purpose, to put stuff that I have no room for upstairs that has yet to be assembled. My mom bought me limes because I asked my dad to bring me some from his trip to Florida. He didn't bring any so my mom saw some at a local store on sale. I also have Cointreau in the cabinet. All I needed was tequila for a margarita. I figured house cleaning would be a lot more fun with a little buzz. If I could at least clean the bathroom, that would be a start! Now with two margaritas under my belt, I sit here writing this...
I went for a massage today. I have really bad knots that needed to be worked out. It was okay, but now I reek of rancid massage oil. It was an okay massage, I've had better. Seems like parts that didn't need much work were worked on far too long, and the knots in my aching back were just barely touched. I've had massages were the knots were the main concern and I felt they were worked out. I feel like they were just merely acknowledged today. I didn't schedule another apointment. By the time I collect enough of husband's beer cans, I'll be able to get another massage, and I'll try somebody different each time. I will report my findings.