I can't feel my parts!
In the dim light of the morning hours, I awoke. My morning routine is normally to shamble around like a zombie until I get some caffeine in me and the to go do two miles. This I did, afterwards I normally either do some work or zonk out before I head up to the mountains to hang out with friends. This I did not do, for today, I was on a mission.
At first glance it seemed I would have an easy go of it, but I was deceiving myself. The clutter was an easy matter. Shifting it out of the way and into more sensible places allowed me to gain some momentum, I would need it. The cage. They say that when you look too deeply into the cage that the cage looks into you. The beast was excited to taste freedom when I opened the cage. She danced around my feet, nipping at my toes. Unable to resist its charms I let it follow me around as I worked.
Now that I was no longer alone on my mission things were looking up. My high spirits did not last long. As we turned the corner into the kitchen we found ourselves outnumbered and surrounded... by dirty dishes. Stacked as high as you can imagine and armed with various odors they came at us! The steam and suds obscured our vision, but they just kept coming. Dish after dish, forgotten meals caked into their surfaces. In the end they were no more; however looking at them there stacked neatly in the cabinet, I knew I would see them again.
.... arg this is fun but I am too wiped to write the rest that way and besides I'd need to get Steven King to ghost write the part with the refrigerator... it was that bad.
I scrubbed all the mildew stains and even scrubbed the toilet seat so good that I had to put a new coat of paint on it because I wore through. 10 epic hours of cleaning but the place is as close to spotless as its ever going to get. I am so sore right now I cant even really feel my legs or my right arm.
At first glance it seemed I would have an easy go of it, but I was deceiving myself. The clutter was an easy matter. Shifting it out of the way and into more sensible places allowed me to gain some momentum, I would need it. The cage. They say that when you look too deeply into the cage that the cage looks into you. The beast was excited to taste freedom when I opened the cage. She danced around my feet, nipping at my toes. Unable to resist its charms I let it follow me around as I worked.
Now that I was no longer alone on my mission things were looking up. My high spirits did not last long. As we turned the corner into the kitchen we found ourselves outnumbered and surrounded... by dirty dishes. Stacked as high as you can imagine and armed with various odors they came at us! The steam and suds obscured our vision, but they just kept coming. Dish after dish, forgotten meals caked into their surfaces. In the end they were no more; however looking at them there stacked neatly in the cabinet, I knew I would see them again.
.... arg this is fun but I am too wiped to write the rest that way and besides I'd need to get Steven King to ghost write the part with the refrigerator... it was that bad.
I scrubbed all the mildew stains and even scrubbed the toilet seat so good that I had to put a new coat of paint on it because I wore through. 10 epic hours of cleaning but the place is as close to spotless as its ever going to get. I am so sore right now I cant even really feel my legs or my right arm.