Only one question for today...
How the hell does one lose three whole boxes full of crap in a house??? When the messy room at the end of the hall where only the cats go has been a little less crowded for a few weeks. Only today did I notice that the three boxes of crap from my bedroom are no longer there.
Where did they go?
Did you move them?
No, I didn't move them, did you?
No!! Where did they go?
I don't know...are they in the hallway?
No, those are all of mom's books?
What about the boxes in the living room?
NO, those are my boxes of books.
Well then you moved them to the basement.
I didn't move them, they are NOT in the basement.
Well I don't know where they are.
And speaking of a less crowded back room, where the hell is my vacum cleaner???
GOD DAMN IT!!!! (secretly wishing that I was Harry Potter, so that I could just wave my wand and get ride of all the crap that I don't really need, then perhaps I would be able to find my three boxes of bedroom crap that contain a book I am desperatly looking for)


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magic of moving . . . life of (what we pathetically believe to be) inaminate objects . . . cats' revenge for upsetting their carefully arranged universe . . .
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