Holy Crap...
Ok, so theres this guy from my church and he and his wife make dresses and stuff. He makes wedding dresses (for the bride, the bridesmaids, the flower girl) he makes quincenera dresses, he makes prom dresses...I mean this guy's work is TOTALLY amazing. What you ask for turns out better than you imagined. He's making my quincenera dress so today I went for altering. This is when he has the dress already made, but he doesn't put the zipper on yet or hem up the bottom so he knows how tight he has to make it AND how long it has to be with your shoes on. So he said tonight he's going to finish up that stuff. I still have to buy some white gloves that go up to my elbow and a stupid tiara that I have to wear the WHOLE time on the cruise thing I'm going on for a bunch of girls turning 15, like me. I even have to wear the tiara when I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts. That's messed up, yo, I'm telling you.
Ok so I went to visit my grandpa today since I haven't seen him for a while. I'm telling you, the man does NOT clean. He left me and brother there at his house after we watched the Wizard of Oz, and he went fishing for a while. Right after he left I ate a mini muffin and raided the kitchen. But NOT the kind of raiding you would expect. This was a CLEANING raid.
A raid that took just about 3 1/2 hours.
But while I was cleaning I said stuff to myself like, "Um...has this counter always been made out of wood?" or "Has this coffee maker always been WHITE?" This is how dirty the man's kitchen was. Ok get this: I was standing in the same place for ten mins washing dishes right, and when I tried to move... MY FOOT WAS STUCK TO THE FLOOR. I was gonna mop after but I didn't want him to walk in the house in the middle of a mopping-session and say "what the hell are you doing that for?" Anyway speaking of washing dishes, I filled up the sink with dishes 3 TIMES. I'm totally serious people, the kitchen looks so much better.
But if I go back tomorrow and his counters are a mess again, I will just clean it up again and again.
I can't wait to go through the basement and throw out all 20 toasters that don't work because the wires are busted or whatever. 20 is a little exaggerated, but yeah there's toasters down there. And other stuff that I'm afraid to touch for fear that something might be living under it.
I sound like my mom. HELP ME. lol j/k but my mom says that to me all the time. She says she's afraid to walk in my room because something could be living in there besides me. She thinks she'll walk in there and all of sudden something will come out of nowhere like a bat out of hell and bite her or whatever.
Hey, that would be a cool "Stay away from my room" alarm...lol j/k. I wouldn't do that. Ha...yeah.
Ok well time to go to bed now. c y'all later.
~Kayla
Ok so I went to visit my grandpa today since I haven't seen him for a while. I'm telling you, the man does NOT clean. He left me and brother there at his house after we watched the Wizard of Oz, and he went fishing for a while. Right after he left I ate a mini muffin and raided the kitchen. But NOT the kind of raiding you would expect. This was a CLEANING raid.
A raid that took just about 3 1/2 hours.
But while I was cleaning I said stuff to myself like, "Um...has this counter always been made out of wood?" or "Has this coffee maker always been WHITE?" This is how dirty the man's kitchen was. Ok get this: I was standing in the same place for ten mins washing dishes right, and when I tried to move... MY FOOT WAS STUCK TO THE FLOOR. I was gonna mop after but I didn't want him to walk in the house in the middle of a mopping-session and say "what the hell are you doing that for?" Anyway speaking of washing dishes, I filled up the sink with dishes 3 TIMES. I'm totally serious people, the kitchen looks so much better.
But if I go back tomorrow and his counters are a mess again, I will just clean it up again and again.
I can't wait to go through the basement and throw out all 20 toasters that don't work because the wires are busted or whatever. 20 is a little exaggerated, but yeah there's toasters down there. And other stuff that I'm afraid to touch for fear that something might be living under it.
I sound like my mom. HELP ME. lol j/k but my mom says that to me all the time. She says she's afraid to walk in my room because something could be living in there besides me. She thinks she'll walk in there and all of sudden something will come out of nowhere like a bat out of hell and bite her or whatever.
Hey, that would be a cool "Stay away from my room" alarm...lol j/k. I wouldn't do that. Ha...yeah.
Ok well time to go to bed now. c y'all later.
~Kayla