I have this friend who insists that I will come to love housework.
Okay, you've had your laugh. How in the world can someone love to clean the same dish, day after day after day, unless that person is out Thru Hiking the Appalachian Trail?
Oh, dear, I've just given my friend some ammunition (not that this person needs any, she has a gun full of ammo and the safety is on, thankfully). Now, instead of telling me that "The Queen" is coming to vist, she will be suggesting I pretend my house is my campsite and since she knows I dislike those who litter . . . I'm in trouble here aren't I? Should I post this or back out of posting anything tonight? I'll post it just to see if she checks the blog.
Do my parents even read this 'campfire journal?' And if they do, why are they not emailing me comments? I know one of my children reads it, but the family computer is set so that they can't post comments. Hey, EMAIL me, okay. I'm curious if you're reading the blog.
Everyone else, feel free to comment. I'd like to know if there really is anyone who "likes" or "loves" housework out there.
1 comment:
Well, at least I got a reply and know you're reading my blog.
Touche' and OUCH.
Have you checked out www.flylady.net? She has some info on how to make a kitchen sink shine like new.
'scuse me while I go put peroxide on my 'ow-ie' --- the pain, the pain.
Love yas, Nana
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