Worried

March 27, 2007

I’m a little nervous.

Every time we hear something on cannibilism – and you’d be surprised at how often this subject is talked about or brought up – my girlfriend gets a little gleam in her eye.

Maybe you remember this post where she talked about eating me.

Hmm. I’m going to have to be very, very careful.


See, what had happened was…

March 27, 2007

So it was Sunday afternoon. J was at the airport on his way to another city for the week. K and I had gotten our nails done and were supposed to go shopping. But the sale we wanted to take advantage of wasn’t happening for three more hours. K decided to go home first, spend some quality time with her family, get tanned then come back and pick me up.

I had three hours. I should clean was the thought that crossed my mind. I opened the closet door, got out the cleaning supplies and poof! the house was clean.

Well, first I sat down at my computer and researched all the proper ways to clean a house so as to assist me in my future cleaning endeavors. I’ve learned new cleaning techniques that I will write a book about to assist other folks who, like me, just want a clean house with minimal effort. I will be revered by all. And I now have the cleanest house on the block.

Okay, so I looked around the house and decided what we needed was a live-in maid. I quickly looked up the resumes of several up and coming housekeepers. They all were available for an interview that moment and came over. Each demonstrated their abilities by cleaning a room in the house. I was impressed by all, but decided to hire the hottest one because, let’s face it, he’s going to be around and I like the idea of a half naked man running around my house cleaning. And BONUS – my house is clean and I didn’t have to lift a finger.

Really, I looked around the house at what needed to be done and started crying. I had a breakdown because I swear I just cleaned the house last week, and since I was the only one home between now and last week, I can’t understand why it was messy. I sobbed into the fur of the kitties, then curled up in the fetal position for a good sulk. I called my therapist and he excused me from house cleaning duties for the rest of my natural life.

Actually, what happened was I looked around the house and thought, “Eh. It’s not that dirty,” and then went to the spare bedroom to lie down with the napping kitties. I alternately watched The Last Boyscout and On Golden Pond because who wouldn’t watch those two movies at the same time? After they were over, I watched Untamed Heart until my girl came and picked me up to go shopping.

I never did clean the house. Tomorrow. I will do it tomorrow.


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