It’s Getting Chilly in Here, and I’m not Talking About the Weather
Well, Thursday has come and gone. If you’ve read my previous post, you’ll know that something momentous was ‘supposedly’ going to begin yesterday. Sure.
My husband is a smart guy, and after almost nine years of marriage, he knows better than to ‘promise’ me anything. He merely informs me that the possibility exists. And I, in my infinite wisdom culled from years of former knowledge, silently address these statements, thinking to myself . . . “fat bleeping chance”.
So this morning, I resorted to somewhat desperate measures:
Yep. Time to dust.
I’d been putting it off with the obvious excuse, but based on historical data from past personal experience, I can practically guarantee that a good dusting will bring forth almost immediate subsequent activity that will, inevitably, toss more dust back upon everything.
Once you know Murphy’s Law, you can learn to use it to your advantage.
LOL! Ugh, sorry those floors didn’t get laid…it’s a good thing you didn’t get your hopes up, eh?
Dusting? What’s that? Around here it’s an exercise in futility, though the TV screen does get swiped off occasionally for hubs weekly Friday sci-fi guy night. Apparently men do notice dust when it’s covering a Wookie.:)
Comment by Twilightmama — February 25, 2006 @ 3:45 pm