Friday, October 23, 2009
Friday Frustrations in Film (ish)
Okay, back on my feet. They're shaky but nothing motivates me like the need for speed, which in my case takes the form of clean surfaces, symmetry, and the smell of lemon-scented Lysol. I don't know about you, but I get a little bored with seeing my words in print day after day. Come on Cheyenne, that is not inspiring, and I often forget which blog I'm on and start regaling you all with irrelevant anecdotes when what you need is for me to kick your ass into the laundry room.
So today, a vignette representing the pathos of my ongoing cleaning endeavor(s). Some good, some bad, but perhaps you'll be able to relate enough to turn around and tell your own house its days of disorder are over. Let's see:
This makes the angels sing (sink being bleached):
This makes the angels cry and me morph into Kate Gosselin on steroids:
My vanity is an example of when to tell OCD "Tough shit, this is as good as it gets!":
This runs a really high risk of mutiny here, but I got it all folded while watching reprehensible television, double fail, blech:
This is a refrigerator that loves me:
I cannot sleep with this many dishes in the sink (yes my doctor knows):
And this, well, it's self-explanatory:
Okay so I opened the innermost chamber of my household weaknesses and humble victories. Does even one of you hate laundry a little less? Feel the need to spray Lysol everywhere? Are you calling the paddy wagon? Was that laundry a deal-breaker?
Thoughts? Come on. Someone has an unruly vanity or dull greying sink. Or perhaps a triumph they would like to share. I'll post it. Send 'em along. Something magnificent and then we can adore and hate you for the day.
Do it, it's a way to get better acquainted, plus, some of you have got to be pathological liars. (Ahem, Mesina, Dawna...)
Show what you've got!