There I was just minding my own business, changing the sheets on the bed my mother was to sleep on during her visit and clearing an area for her to put her bags when a dust bunny flew from behind something. "Big whoop!" I thought. What is one little dust bunny gonna do to me? But then there was another and another and I had nothing to do but grab the broom and fight back. I went in swinging, wielded the dustpan, cranked up some techno and inhaled dog hair. When one little bunny tried to escape I slid on socked feet to cut it off at the pass and snuck up on some dirty laundry doing the geisha shuffle. The whole fiasco ended with the vacuum falling over in exhaustion. I stood panting over that pathetic dirt devil. "Suck it!" I screamed and stuck it in the corner with Baby.
I have survived domesticity with as much dignity as I could muster. When my mother arrived, I was tired, stinky and dirty. My day had slipped away and I never even ate lunch!
Now, I am tired. I'm letting my mother take over the blogs for next few days. < sinister laugh advancing from the shadows >
Good Night Cruel World. Try not to make a mess while I'm gone. And if you do, just know that when I get back, I will make you clean it up!
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