I'm really getting there, but...
For everything I get done, I find two more things that oughta be done, too.
Mudroom floor is done. As is the hallway that goes past it from outside to the livingroom. And the steps. And the walls and the front door. I'm down to the last two loads of wash. This includes, of course, curtains and rugs. I'm about to do a little re-arranging of some shit in this room. Then, there's the bathroom floor, the kitchen floor, the catboxes (picking... they've been cleaned), the few things in the mudroom closet that need to go out to the shed, a few more lil things in the carport that need to go there too, and a roof for the dog pen. I also figured out how to max the volume on this pooter and now have the Beatles so loud my hair is flying back behind me in the sound waves. Oh, and I figured I'd better explain one thing from yesterday. The front-end loader was mostly used to cart away shit from outta the shed and the carport. There was about two loads of just crap in here that I'd 'collected', but it is GONE!!! Yeah!I figure anything I haven't seen or used for so long I forgot I even had it, I must not need that damned bad. Also, I love cats, but...
I seem to be becoming more like my Blog-Pappy with every bucketful of Lysol-water I use. More and more often, I'm hearing myself say things like, "I swear to Gawd, I'mina kill a cat in about a minnit...", as I scrub yet another surface or, to the tomcats "God damn it, y'all! Git outta this house!! Next cat who sprays, PAYS!!!" or, to random people pretty much everywhere I've been the last day or so, "Hey!! You!! Wanna cat?"
I love my (got-damned, mutha fuckin') cats.
All 927 of the little bastards. Sighhhh. Okay. Back to it while I've got "Yellow Submarine" to clean in time to. Peace. Fade out to the chorus of "YS"... "We all live in a yellow submarine..."
(Yes, Ringo. I know it has seemed that way. That's what I'm trying to change...) "Sky of blue, floor of clean..."
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YAY YOU for gettin' all that cleanin' done. And 927 cats...gawd I hope yer kiddin'. Either that, or I hope you have a litter box the size of Texas. 
Posted by: AmyVegas at May 04, 2004 04:10 PM (lBFdX)
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Maybe it just seems like there's that many of the little shits (and pisses...).
Ya know how if ya left, like, two beer cans and maybe two or three clothes hangers in a dark closet and ya come back in about a week and both have reproduced and become hopelessly entangled and all piled up and have the ability to dribble yellow liquid everywhere?
Cats do the same shit.
Swear ta God...
Ya know how if ya left, like, two beer cans and maybe two or three clothes hangers in a dark closet and ya come back in about a week and both have reproduced and become hopelessly entangled and all piled up and have the ability to dribble yellow liquid everywhere?
Cats do the same shit.
Swear ta God...
Posted by: Stevie at May 04, 2004 04:24 PM (fNowE)
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AWESOME ... GO YOU!
But I shudder to think what will happen to the next feline when they have "cat"astrophe in something or on something...
MEEEE--OOOOWWWWW
(thud)
But I am impressed!
But I shudder to think what will happen to the next feline when they have "cat"astrophe in something or on something...
MEEEE--OOOOWWWWW
(thud)
But I am impressed!
Posted by: Rei at May 04, 2004 08:04 PM (UEv1X)
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