Nuthin' But A Clean Thang, Baaaaby
I've been away for a while.
Today was the first day of school. Everyone got scooted out the door in record time.
Go Us!
I stood in my empty, quiet house. and took it in.
Not the empty silence....the DUST.
Oh for the love of Pledge.
The sunlight is peeking through the shutters, casting fancy little rays of pixie dust all around the room.
I can see where the kids have "tagged" their names.
Kid One Was Here. (smiley face)
Wash me.
Kid Two.
Clever, aren't they?
In my mind, I imagine myself in a Mary Poppins like state.
Dusting.
Moping.
Twirling about...
Decked out in my best apron.
Talking to the birds.
Instead, I put on Dr. Dre, and bust a move, starting with the couch.
Did you know that a couch is the Bermuda Triangle of the furniture world?
In there I found:
The mail key.
Cheetos.
A pencil.
Three pens.
The remote.
$2 in change.
A glow stick.
A poker chip.
A bookmark.
Awesome.
Dre is telling me all about being a G.
I move on to the shutters.
Holy crap, Batman.
Nice wide slats of furry dust.
Dust so furry, I swear I could harvest it and make a Holiday sweater.
Next, I put on my own version of a hazmat suit( Rubber gloves, painters mask, flip flops, sunglasses) and tackle the shower doors.
KaBOOM!
I throw in the towel, literally, as Dre and his homie, Eminem remind me not to forget...
My gangster rap cleaning session...done.
Word.
Next time I run away for 6 weeks, I'm calling Mary Poppins.
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