I’m sure you have questions for me. Since I’m not a mind reader, I only play one on TV, I’m going to pretend I know what they are.
Why haven’t I posted any cleaning updates since Thursday?
Ummm, because I haven’t written any.
Why haven’t I written any you ask?
That would be cuz I haven’t cleaned since Wednesday. (hangs head in shame)
Oh, wait! That isn’t entirely true! Friday morning I wiped the Thursday’s spaghetti sauce off the stove. The baked on UFO,
(unidentified funky other-glob) Not so much. That part IS entirely true.
And I bathed Pudding Pop. Hey, that’s cleaning!!
I even took a shower!! Again with the cleaning. And just now I turned on the dishwasher. So there.
Okay, next question:
Do I think I’m funny? Well, I’ve been told I am. (looks down demurely while blushing delicately)
And not just by my sister, either!!
Am I really a slob? OOOOHHH yes! If you need verification, I can provide witnesses. Again, not just my sister, either!
Am I purple?? Weeeell, I’ve had purple hair at different points in time.
PurpleSlob, purple hair
I wear purple nearly every day. My living room curtains are purple, as are my reading glasses, and my purse. I even have purple towels! Not convinced yet? Well, I can tell you I’ve had purple marker all over my hands before, and it’s not a good look for me! But sadly, my 1 (teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy) tattoo isn’t purple. It’s a strawberry. The bunch of grapes was WAY too big!! And I’m a big chicken! Plus, I’m from Plant City, FL. The Winter Strawberry Capitol of the World, sooo it all came together. Why I have a tattoo in the first place is a story for another day.
Did I write all my comments myself under nom de plumes? Absolutely! After all, who better than me to know what I want to hear. JUST KIDDING! Relax, it’s not a college paper, sheesh
Do I call my grand baby Pudding Pop IRL? (in real life)
Only when she’s in trouble. HA! When she’s in trouble her name really is “NO NO NO NO!” And she knows it well!
How do I come up with the ideas for the posts? Glad you asked. My head is 1 giant squirrels’ nest, full of nuts. Sometimes, I go chasing around and around in there, and something falls out. Voila, a post idea!
How do I have time to do all this writing, when I don’t have time to clean???
Sorry, folks! Time’s up. Come back soon, ya hear?