So, how’s YOUR day going?
1. I hate cleaning. I really hate cleaning under duress, i.e., when my mother outlaw is coming for a visit. On a related note, why is it that when men don’t clean, they’re just being men–and when women don’t clean, they’re slothful pigs?
2. If the house across the street is repossessed, it will be auctioned off. Cash only. The woman whose name was on the notice pinned to the door was harried and not just a little rude. On the other hand, I’m meeting with our realtor tomorrow and she’s doing a bit of research for me. Plus, I’m now officially qualified for a loan.
3. I love the clawfoot in the bathtub, but I think we may just have to get it reporcelained. I just spent five solid minutes scrubbing it. Which doesn’t sound like a lot, but it really is.
4. I wish I had a diet coke.
5. My new laptop shipped today–YAY! I ended up getting the Chembook 4030 (Compal HGL30) from Discount Laptops. Considering the dearth of reviews out there, I’ll probably post one. Or at least I will intend to post one, and thus be on my merry way to hell. For now, I’ll just say that it has a Core 2 Duo 2.16 GHz processor and 2 GB of RAM and a newfangled video card that should support all the Vista goodies–though really, do I care about Aero? Probably not.
6. For those of you wondering whether Harry’s new homemade diet is making a difference, the answer is a resounding YES. The nasty food allergy rashes are gone and he’s regrown all the fur he lost on his belly.
7. Once again, I am woefully behind on book reviews.
8. I really, really, really need to update Quickbooks so I can get my taxes done.
9. Tonight, Geoff and I are going to an auction house in Renton. Should be fun.
and finally
10. Did I mention I hate cleaning? Well, back at it …
Comments
I raise my Diet Coke to you in salute.
LK, I raise my Diet Pepsi back at you.
I hate cleaning too, especially when my MIL is arriving. But since my husband doesn’t appear to care, I’ve cut down on the things I do in advance of her arrival (a brief vacumn, make sure the bath is clean, fresh towels etc). I’ve stopped scrubbing the ceilings. It seemed unnecessary.
I hate cleaning with a savage passion. I also used to get into some high rages because the husband never does anything, then I realised I’d rather save that energy for writing. I’ve now developed my own system of speed cleaning, which means I just do top show. Still hate cleaning. When I’m rich I’m getting a cleaner.
Zia,
I think you know how I feel about cleaning. Cleaning very bad. Although it is nice when it’s done…until then, fake as much as possible, cram some stuff in closets, and call it a day.
Oh ladies, what would I do without you? It was a nice visit with Pam, and I will say that she is the best mother outlaw one could hope for. And despite the fact that her house is always spotless, she never makes me feel bad that mine is not. Oh no, I can do that all by myself!