What started out as wiping off the front of one of my kitchen cupboards has exploded into an operation involving rubber gloves, ammonia, scrub pads, paper towels, sponges, buckets, and a mop. And I really wish it hadn't. Because about 15 minutes ago, I ran out of steam, but the kitchen still looks like a crack addict's abandoned apartment.
Looks like pizza in front of the telly tonight, boys.
Posted by Cathy at January 24, 2006 01:22 PMAaahhh, the home owners mantra. Little projects turn into major reconstruction. For instance, changing a lightbulb in the garage turns into a third-stall addition.
Let me know when you break out the sledgehammer, I'll help.
Posted by: Kevin at January 24, 2006 06:22 PMI will trade with you mom. I will deal with your little mess, and you can have my plaster and sheet rock dust mess. Mom I bet you would freak. Or you already have. I hope the boys watch there backs during your fixing up. :) The one positive thing about being single during my mess, no wild woman on my case.
Posted by: Zeb at January 25, 2006 07:53 AMSame thing happens to me about once every two months. I have these crazed cleaning binges that start with the simple idea of re-organizing the pantry.
Posted by: CrazyRideLady at January 25, 2006 12:27 PMDo I dare ask how you came to be an authority on the appearance of a crack addict's apartment?
Posted by: Dave in Pgh. at January 25, 2006 02:31 PMZeb,
Obviously you've met Cathy if you're calling her a wild woman!
Yep, I've met her. Will never forget it either. :)
Posted by: Zeb at January 26, 2006 07:55 AMI'm taking all this as flattering. Just so you know.
And Dave..I watch a lot of TV
Posted by: Cathy at January 26, 2006 08:45 AMOh the stories I could tell.....but as long as the hush money keeps arriving, I'll never tell!
Posted by: Aunt S at January 26, 2006 02:30 PM