OMG this was the longest, most revolting when it comes to cleaning day of all TIME 5 am I awoke. Most of my day besides like, driving was spent dealing with ba
throoms. IF you do not want to hear about the passive aggressive things contractors (Tucson ones, these ones anyway) do to your ba
throom, such as apparently TAKE a DUMP beside it, behind it, inside it but also after they have eaten concrete, etc., because they can form nifty patterns.... And the things I had to do to said ba
throom (1 thank God, l think they picked the one because they thought it was the nicest one, and yes it did used to be, so there is at least THAT) we have two bathrooms I encourage you to skip my post tomorrow because it is going to be all about poop. BIG TIME. I am not just now FEELING like Lady Macbeth I am her and by the end of the play, I should be good and dead.
It has already started I cut most of my pinky finger with a razor blade. It didn't hurt, only it was REAL blood and I was going "Band aid, band aid!" not whatever Ms. Macbeth was saying I think it was like stuff like "Out, out foul spot OR I WILL CAST THEE FROM ME." Only I was saying that but not to my hands to the TOILET BOWL and its surroundings.
I get like super hyper focused on cleaning. I'm serious about tomorrow dude like don't read it if poop revolts you more than it revolts everyone.
I have taken my cleaning skills to a Whole Nother Level Though.
I am also older--- I got hit on today dude, but so did Mr. A. The story HE told was so implausible, l don't know. Also, I don't know that an "Enigmatic smile" is like oh so much more being "hit on" than, "Your car don't look to good wanna come to my house and we'll take a look at it?" Mine was so direct but the woman he described a "Fabulous tall proportionate Hispanic woman in 80s leotard showing EVERYTHING, etc., swarmed by every man in the place except him of course...." IDK that enigmatic smile sounds a BIT self serving. The thing is, he is so confident I was like," Uhhhhh yeah I was dressed in jeans and a horrific shirt no bra, and my hair is all half grown out, he was just a regular old dude, you are right, yours is better."
Then he started in on how only "exceptional" women were like drawn to his ilk, and he was like "Well you say you are awesome, so don't worry about the proportionally perfect leotard."
I was like, "I'm fairly certain she was a drug dealer's wife and was sizing you up for a coyote, because you looked so horrible and vile but you are also Caucasian she was like, "This is my guy. Besides which you wouldn't catch me dead in 80s gear, sorry you have a fetish about it."
To be fair he also did much work. "I got hit on also today." Hmph. Course it was nice to have the freak back and the dog seems considerably calmer. THANK GOD.
Anna