Sunday, September 13, 2009
As most of you know, Debe's delivery was not convenient for Silverton Hospital, and they've rescheduled for Tuesday. I do not know whence this woman's strength comes. I might have punched someone.
In any event, we have some time to get our domestic acts together before halting again to hold her up, and we need to bust some ass.
Today my house is pretty clean, so thankfully, my OCD default mode kicks in and I scope out new and exciting things to clean, to satisfy the itch that perpetually screams what a shit hole I live in.
Today, obscurity is driving me to:
-Eat something besides a protein shake (gasp!). An Odwalla smoothie. Did I ever mention I loathe the word smoothie?
-Rid my always-overflowing-despite-never-being-used cookware, and getting non-essential pieces ready for a swap.
-Try once again to hang our world map in such a way as to eliminate ripples. There can be no ripples here.
-Stock things which run low and make me feel like I live in a lean-to at the river, such as tp, napkins, paper towels, printer paper, etc.
-Scrub out garbage cans.
-Weed out a few more cds, hoping to reduce the stack by at least 700. Ugh the tedium!
-Store the many comforters I've cycled through in my manic attempt to finally make this glorious acquisition:
Gail asked if this bed is really small and the answer is that this summer we've been relegated to the use of my cell phone camera, which can distort, as Todd is a libra and has narrowed his camera possibilities to 45.
-Get medieval on the fixtures, it's such a great pick-me-up.
-I'm here alone this weekend so I'll stand guard with my sword to intimated the dust.
-Not even go outside where the dreaded corn is.
-Deal with recycling.
-Once over in the bathrooms.
-Restore dignity to my side of the dual vanity. Todd's side has a toothbrush and mine has a MAC warehouse as well as all the equipment necessary to make sense out of my shit-ass hair, brushes, hella lotion, earrings galore, all Reilly's "essentials," a can of hairspray the size of a Volkswagen, and some other crap.
-Figure out where Quinn's Geek Convention is in Seattle so I can worry about driving there for the next two weeks.
--Call it a day and go see some of the only friends who do not have Guitar Hero. (But I love you Emily and Debe!) Kidding of course. See you after this shit is done.
-Get every dish done by bedtime.
-Get as many loads of clothing will fit into a day put away by bedtime.
-Wipe down all tables (dining, end, random, etc.)
-Remove lesser-used clutter from your counter.
-Put your smattering of fruit in one bowl. Seriously.
-Bleach a load of whites, like all towels, wash cloths, even if they're not dirty. Your mind will thank you, and more importantly, mine will. Hee hee.
-Dust fixtures, lamps, fans (!!!), and anything else that smirks, "Ha ha ha Cheyenne will never stop us!"
-Pick some shit up off the floor. Figurative shit that is. If you have literal shit on your floor I need to start a new blog.
Relax. If you even do part of this I'm impressed. If you do it all I will take you to coffee.
You guys are the best.