Thursday, November 19, 2009
Throw in a Towel Thursday
(Clip art as suggested by Debe--if you call a gun to my head a suggestion. I'm not sure how John Mayer factors into cleaning, except by lulling you into a nap and waking up with hell of laundry and dishes and hungry children staring at you. Thanks Moxling Debe!)
I thought you were all just whiners, but like fuck, it really doesn't end does it? I can count on one hand the number of times I've looked around our cramped quarters and thought, "This is it, it's done." And then my dopamine shifted or some shit and I could feel the walls growing a mustache of dust omg omg omg.
So yeah, I'm starting to get why y'all feel like it's all for naught, which I accidentally misspelled while pecking out the blog at 4am en route to San Francisco. Hello, I know the difference between not/naught but Debe's phone gives me epilepsy and rapid rage. (It's real--check it out.)
What can we do to make our efforts more meaningful?
Um, Debe said, "Clean your fucking house." While I may be unified on principle, I obviously have to be more diplomatic. But like, cleaning does not overwhelm me so it's really hard to encourage you faithful readers, because I don't know which messes render you most paralyzed.
Give me some input.
Today's challenge is to conquer the SINGLE greatest obstacle in your home, make a list of what troubles you most, and POST IT!
I cannot help you if I don't know. Knowing is half the battle.