Thursday, April 23, 2009

don’t stop till you drop, kerplop

So, I'm in Pillage Markup today, intent on buying supplies to do spring cleaning, now that off-season has found a niche and settled it's butt in to stay for five weeks while we wrestle mud and fugure out what to do before we have anything to complain about. So, 7th generation has called to me while buying cleaning supplies, a comely emerald cypress and fir bathroom cleaner. Home we go, after cleaning up our dog's poop with our poop bag on the way back from the store. A mere half a block. Today, the fine starts for off-leash, no bag!
Rubber glove, size eight I think, since my nails are now long. Else, what size rubber gloves do you wear?? Does anyone know this? Like a hat size? Bathroom, spraying non-toxic, biodegadable cleaner. Turn on fan, take a break. Am I an irresponsible republican because I use a paper towel, instead of a rag from the free-box? Waiting for the EMERALD CYPRESS AND FIR ($6.69) scent to waft. yet curiously it smells like piss! Four tries later, still the piss! Who knew? Return it for Lime-Away.
Thankfully, there are other things to take my mind...
Figure drawing classes and "Natural Step" with well-meaning architectural friends to occupy my time. Thank goodness my niece is such an artist!

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