The Big DumpTruck

Big Meanie is making me clean the house. Get rid of the clutter. Can you believe what a big meanie he is? Why, can't you see I need all this stuff? Sure, that box of photos could be stored somewhere other than the living room, but what if I have an emergency need to look at myself wearing a wedding dress? You know? And at some point we may actually need all these candles. Sure, maybe not all at once, but you never know. We could have a need to simulate the set of Harry Potter. In fact, we would not even have enough candles to do that. I'd better go to the store.

Okay, maybe he's not being a total Big Meanie. If I don't clean up in here, there will be no room for the Christmas tree. That would be a most horrible horrible thing. Okay, so I should probably go finish my chores so that I'll be allowed to fill the empty spaces with other things.

Labels: cleaning

If I may be 19th century for a moment, I think I may have the vapors. (Because if I had 21st century vapors you might think I had tried to commit suicide by missing ammonia and bleach in the bathroom. But the correct sentence structure in that instance would be "I had the vapors" in the past tense because I would most likely be dead.

That's why when I put the Drain-O in the tub yesterday I didn't clean the tub afterwards. I was afraid I'd die and embarrassing death. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I think I have them because I woke up and it wasn't raining. It wasn't raining, people. That is all.

[Updated: I went to look up "the vapors" to link to it and found out it maybe doesn't mean what I thought it did. I thought it was one of those things where you faint from shock. It appears it might be related to hysterical depression and flatulence. I don't think two non-rainy days in a row gave me gas and made me depressed. Quite the opposite.]

Labels: cleaning, weather