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Monday, October 15, 2007

We spent the day 'nesting'. It's what a lot of women do when they are under stress. Let the world be falling down around you but as long as your house is clean everything will be fine. So rather than taking the bull by the horn i.e. learning everything there is to know about the Massachusetts Department of XXX, or brushing up on advanced Excel and other nifty applications which would surely make Anna Bloviations's professional life much easier when she is suddenly thrust into the roll of Chief of Staff, what do we do? We take our German-made Miele vacuum cleaner and suck up the au-naturale Halloween decorations which have festooned themselves oh so naturally into various hard-to-reach asymmetrical vaulted ceilings of Anna Bloviations's living room, dining room, hallways, and bedrooms. We then take an old toothbrush and clean the design-challenged crevices of faucets, light switches, window sills, and mostly-made-in-China appliances (yes we mean you Jenn-Air and Magic Chef). We snip dead leaves off house plants and sew loose buttons and torn shirts. Old clothes are purged; the summer keepers are stored. Fall/winter clothes are sorted. We take a short break and insert masturbation-stimulant CD #4 into brain. Good choice. We then open cans of paint and touch up nicks and boo-boos. Every wood blind is wiped down and every top-of-a-picture-or-painting-frame dusted. And yes, this is the part where we would love to invite every person we know to admire the results and eat off of the floor. To boot we've made a To-Do list: call lawyer and have them send our $650-expensive will and testament i.e. why should we have to stop by to pick it up; call the gynecologist for a check-up and schedule to have I.U.D. removed following advice of sister-in-law who says an I.U.D. that has been in as long as mine kinda' needs to come out...; get the rust spot on the BMW touched up. Then call the cheorgraphers above and ask if this is some kind of joke segment of my life...CD #5?

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