See You In Hell!

Thursday, April 06, 2006

spring....cleaning?

I have come up with the title for RL Stine's newest Goosebumps book:

Something in the refrigerator stinks, but I am afraid to investigate further.

The hubby will have to handle this one, as I have been known to simply toss out the tupperware with the moldy mystery contents rather than attempt to salvage the container. Fuck THAT shit.

Also, we have dust bunnies in our house that are bigger than the cats. Yesterday I tried taking the swiffer to them, but they (the dust bunnies, not the cats) merely grabbed the handle and started beating me over the head with it. And what is with the fucking spider population? I have killed 7 in the last week or so, one of which was right next to my pillow. The cats are clearly not earning their keep.

That is all.

10 Comments:

Blogger goldennib said...

We get Cody tumbleweeds from our dog. I'm surprised he still has hair. God I hate housework.

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 10:57:00 AM PDT

 
Blogger Jege (Jen) said...

Not only do I hate housework, I also resent it. A mini soundtrack in my brain kicks on, screaming:

"Way to perpetuate stereotypical gender roles, missy! Keep it up and we're right back to the 1950's!!!".

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 11:14:00 AM PDT

 
Anonymous Dorkette said...

Jen, you are a riot... making me lose my shit right here at work. (Um, oops.)

I've pitched my fair share of GladWare, thankyouverymuch. I'm not gonna open some container with questionable contents, gag at the smell, scrape the crap out, try to shove it down the garbage disposal (only to have it spit it back at me), and then WASH a damn plastic container that cost me 25 cents. Hell no. You've got yourself a witness on this.

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 12:33:00 PM PDT

 
Blogger Jege (Jen) said...

Amen, sister-friend.

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 12:41:00 PM PDT

 
Blogger goldennib said...

My mom told me once that I was not a "real" woman because I refuse to dust. Really, she said that to me.

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 12:53:00 PM PDT

 
Blogger Jege (Jen) said...

Holy Fuck!!!! That's a requirement for womanhood? We have to give blowjobs, birth babies, AND dust?!! Screw that.

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 1:00:00 PM PDT

 
Blogger amycita said...

Rob fucking NAMES the big spiders. The most recent was Franklin. He actually plans on catching it for a biology class project of some kind. Not if I kill it first! Which is difficult because if the spider is big enough I fear it will hold onto the end of the vacuum (since it's legs are larger than the circumference) and then climb up to get me. Also, our cats do not eat the spiders. They do chase them and bat at them a little. No killer instinct--unless we're trying to dose Bosco with the antibiotics he needs for his miserable cold. And he's so fat, he requires 2 eye droppers full!

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 1:09:00 PM PDT

 
Blogger Jege (Jen) said...

Amy, don't you worry that, if you vacuum up a spider rather than smacking it, that it will just climb back out of the vacuum after you've turned it off? And now it will be super-pissed, its tiny mind consumed with thoughts of revenge?

You don't?

Oh, never mind then.

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 1:14:00 PM PDT

 
Blogger goldennib said...

We do have to give blow jobs. Damn, my husband was right. And I suppose it's not just for birthdays, huh?

Spiders don't bother me much, but those centipede wiggly, crawly things, Yuck. My Buddist sensibilities go right out the door.

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 1:15:00 PM PDT

 
Blogger Jege (Jen) said...

A friend of mine's mother has a saying about bugs, something to the effect that "we must love and respect all of god's creatures. Unless they come into the house".

Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 1:17:00 PM PDT

 

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