Friday, October 16, 2009
This is perhaps the ugliest picture of Sky and me but it just happened to be on the computer desk and I'm conserving all my energy for scrubbing the house down to its insulation in anticipation of my beloved brother and his family tonight! We're Polish so when I was little I added "ski" to everything, including Sky, who became, much to his dread, Sky-Ski. He didn't kill me, so that's good. Obviously I don't call him that now because duh, it's really stupid, but the picture reminded me of it.
So yeah they're on the road, with my cherished nephews and amazing sister-in-law, and I know it's not critical to go at one's home with a toothpick (or its highly evolved form, the Sonic Scrubber) for family, but come one, yes it is. And Sky keeps a meticulous home. I don't even think a dish has ever hit his sink before he grabs it and fills the dishwasher, which no one else on earth is apparently qualified to do. He lurves him a clean kitchen, and I'm going to show him that the same Lysol is coursing through my veins. Like in case he forgot. I have already hung the colanders on nails, because even the adhesive tabs that cost $1,000 are shit, and they fall in the middle of the night and I die of fright. I have already bleached my entire floor, pulled the stove out, cleaned the grill of the refrigerator, bleached the garbage can, scrubbed my cupboards, dusted all the trim and washed the windows. Did I mention they're staying with my mom? I have Reilly over there lending a well-trained hand.
Nonetheless, today my list likely reflects my desire to impress my big brother more so than my OCD.
See for yourself:
I CHALLENGE YOU TO:
-Do any three things on my list.
-Beat those basics down until they plead for mercy.
-I strongly urge you to run a wipe across the upper trim if you can reach it. I won't ask you to stand on a chair but I will tell you to stand on a chair to reach it. It's funky.
-Be on the look-out for wayward wall dirt. Call upon Mr. Clean scrubbers.
-Change all sheets/re-make beds.
There. That's not so bad right? In lieu of jumping for joy I will be lying down for joy, in between stolen moments of cleaning bliss. Todd is so afraid I'll break my neck or some shit, I'll have to be a secret agent to get this done. But I will. And so will you. Keep us posted.