Some people have bright and shiny houses, neat and clean with a place for everything and everything in it's place. I am not exactly one of them. I, on the other hand am gifted in the art of ignoring the dirt. Oh I can go around the house, pick up stuff on the floor, straighten up papers and books, put stuff in drawers, but get right down to it and scrub and clean? I think not. Only when something becomes so disgusting that one day I snap. Yes. . then I will really clean. In the meantime. . I'm gifted at ignoring the dust on my coffee table and elsewhere. Fuzz bunnies in the corner of the living room? Who cares. What color is the kitchen floor? Why it's the color of dirt, sort of yellow, grayish, brownish, tannish linoleum. I mean honestly, how close do you have to look to see that ring around my bathtub? We don't want to be hasty spending an afternoon cleaning when we could be outside, sitting in a lawnchair with a magazine!
I'm also handy at not being handy around the house. When my drains clog, I'm great at pouring countless bottles of Draino down the sink. I also have the plumber's number on speed dial.
Lawn mower won't start? I have my friends Mat and Sherry to help me take it to the repair place.
My airconditioning stopped working. Well, I'm at a loss there. I've called the heating and cooling guy. Got a picture of my cat pretending he's dead from the heat on the kitchen table.
Perhaps I can sum up my domestic skills in the following poem.
Ice cream eater
Weed eater
Insect killer
Mouse remover
Artiste
Pray(er)
Flower Picker
Trash taker outer
Trash maker
Consumer
Radio Singer
Dancer
Listener
Writer
Rider
As you can see there's a million other things I'd rather do than clean the house!
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