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How is it possible to find an ant in your house (actually crawling over your kitchen curtains) the size of your THUMB?

How is it possible to find a missing dog tag a year later...in your dog's MOUTH?

How is it possible to fall from a standing position on the back of the couch (I was hanging drapes) and land on the floor and not be dead? (Beth did not find this amusing in the least; Elijah, however, did)

How is it possible to live in such filth? I found eye drops that expired in 1999. I have stains on my carpet from my cat who's been dead for almost 3 years. I have mouse droppings in what-used-to-be-my-office-till-I-decided-I-need-a-place-to-hide-my-junk. If I had small children, DCS would be pounding at my door, warrant in hand.

How is it possible that, at this moment, I have NO INTEREST in figuring out how Rinn and Annaliese get out of their jam because all I want to do is scrub the inch-thick scum off my tub?

Weird.

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ophelialaughs
May. 25th, 2010 06:18 pm (UTC)
Sometimes cleaning is part of the process. It keeps our hands and the top part of our brains busy, yet leaves the boys in the basement free to work. That's my theory, anyhow. Also, sometimes establishing outer order helps bring inner order. Maybe.

Or maybe you're possessed by the cleaning fairies!
onegrapeshy
May. 26th, 2010 05:21 am (UTC)
Or maybe just...POSSESSED!
fuguemacabre
May. 25th, 2010 07:56 pm (UTC)
I understand. We've been going through our "junk, treasures, and in betweens" and deciding what to keep, what to donate to Goodwill and what to toss out. I've managed to get to the bottom of two closets. I'm not even going to tell you how keep the dust and bunnies were. And I've found things like lipstick, which I haven't worn in at least ten years, a bottle of shampoo so old it had turned into a solid, two bottles of cologne I was afraid to spray...you get the idea. Oh, and a few things I'd bought for peoople and then forgot to send (two years or more later. I really dread cleaning out the attic.
onegrapeshy
May. 26th, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)
I am finding those EXACT SAME ITEMS in my bathroom closet tonight. How'd they get from your house to mine?

PS Did you know rubbing alcohol expires? How is THAT possible? I mean, whisky doesn't go bad!
fuguemacabre
May. 26th, 2010 05:58 pm (UTC)
Didn't know it expired, but somehow it will evaporate through a closed lid! I found a bottle that had never been opened. Empty! Oh, and I found a camera I thought I'd lose years ago.
edgyauthor
May. 25th, 2010 08:13 pm (UTC)
There's only one word I think to use that can adequately react to all that: Yikes!
onegrapeshy
May. 26th, 2010 05:24 am (UTC)
And I've only just begun...
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