Sunday, August 29, 2010
Knock Knock...Who's There? It's Moxie!
Still fighting some vertigo from the endless loop-the-loops yesterday, I decided to sneak in on Dbro and make sure she wasn't giving in to any loopholes on the weekend cleaning code. And to see if the coffee was brewing.
I am proud to report she passed with flying colours. This is not without a price however, because I instantly felt that my own house was crawling with scabies. I'd planned to do little things to sabotage her throughout the day but she presented me with an epic FAIL all on her own. Stay tuned!
What would you do if I came knocking on your door one upcoming weekend? (I like espresso with water and milk, iced or tepid.)
First of all, I resent that Debe is the minimalist I want to be. Her retail addiction pummels mine, and yet, her house is deliciously sparse, and she has an innate knack for positioning things that...I'm not gonna lie...makes me hate her a little.
Sorren's entertainment wall:
Convenient toy rest stop, and the last green corduroy papasan chair in Target. Bitch:
Bleach still my heart. (Shut up, my brain is still in centrifugal force...)
A clean kitchen means the better to feed me with!
Cleanliness + ambiance = WIN:
Going to Fred Meyer trusting the ambiance to behave, WAXY FAIL:
Obviously I burst out laughing, since it was the most inappropriate thing I could do. She tried to see the spontaneous artistic flare of it and considered leaving it, which lasted 4.3 seconds and then she was scraping her hands into the Carpal Tunnel Hall of Fame. I couldn't deduct points for this because I didn't blow it out either, and I was the one who took forever. (What, I was christmas shopping in August--it is so brilliant I am beside myself.)
You get an A+ jerkface. Keep it up. Just find a new place for your gum, and lose the KIT-tens.
Look and learn folks! You can do it too.