Miscellaneous Minutiae Wednesday
Midweek is about the time I usually do a quick mental inventory and figure out what I didn’t get finished from last weekend, and start making plans for what I won’t get finished want to tackle next weekend. It’s also the day I usually give myself a stern talking-to about my tendency to procrastinate, although I rarely listen to me. *fingers in ears LA LA LA LA*
Sometimes I just get stuck, you know? Like, for no discernible reason I can’t seem to bring myself to mop the kitchen floor. For five days. And I have dogs in there, remember, including a fluffy, sheddy one that produces these black and white furry dust bunnies the size of tumbleweeds that accumulate in the corners. I did sweep the other day, so it’s not all nasty in there, but every time I think I’ll go get the mop and that squirty hardwood floor cleaner stuff, I pause a minute, look at all the furniture I have to move around and the dogs/kids I’d have to kick out of the area and just think, “Aw, screw it, it’s not that bad…” However I’m pleased to report that this morning right after taking the girls to school I threw myself into it, and my floor is now all shiny, sparkly, 50’s housewife clean. I got so into it that I carried my dripping mop into about three other rooms and gave them the once-over, too, so now I feel better about myself, though a wee bit concerned that I have now spent two paragraphs talking about mopping. Heigh ho, the glamorous life.
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In other news, Pip the world’s smallest passive-aggressive dog, is still periodically walking into the laundry room, sticking his tiny wizened head out of the doggy door, looking around at the scenery, lifting his tiny stick leg and peeing where he stands. He has the good sense to at least look reeeeally sorry when I yell at him, and yet he still does it, doesn’t he?  Dumb-ass Yorkie. Good thing he’s old, it’s the only card he has left to play– but hey, my dad is 92 years old and he’s never done that even once.
Scene of the crime- already cleaned up of course, because ewww.
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Right after I yelled at him. Don’t fall for it.
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