Here I sit. My butt is getting wider by the second, I can feel it! And it’s all of you people’s fault… yeah, that’s it! That’ll be what I’m going with till something better comes along.
The blog reading isn’t so much the problem. I fairly well devour that quickly. It’s the sitting here stewing about all the teeny-tiny thoughts in my leetle head. How to proceed? How to proceed?
It doesn’t help that I am a tad ADD. And no, I am not good at addition, so don’t get smart with me. Whatever it is you were thinking of for a comeback, I’ve already thought of it and wasn’t clever enough to sit down and type it. Now it’s gone! Oh, you think you’ve got something new? Well, good-lemme hear it! *Heh, picturing my bloggers screwing their faces up and thinking about their comment*
Do I sound a tad bitchy? I’m not really, just kind of frustrated. I feel like I’m being creatively stifled… by myself, I guess. The thinking that if I sit down and just start typing is quite obviously not working out the way I wanted it. Where the hell is that novel I was thinking about writing right now? No doubt, being stifled somewhere.
At some point I am going to be forced to apologize to you, but bear with me for a minute… it’s coming, any minute now I will brainstorm. Just waiting till the moment gets here and I will seize it. Carpe diem and all that. Maybe I’m just waiting till the dishwasher stops running. Or till I get a glass of water. Or the smell of the last bedpan I emptied leaves the air. Or I finish folding the load of towels on the couch.
Ohimgawd. you should totally see the load of towels on the couch.
Remember last time I left, the house was perfectly clean and I came back to, well, less than stellar conditions. This time, not so much. Everything seemed really good, especially considering I didn’t clean before I left, cause, well hey, I learned my lesson. Plus, I was gone for 11 days this time and not just 7. So I am pretty pleased about all of this and I did my laundry I came home with and collected a little bit more out of our hamper and Henrietta’s. The girls do their own usually. After a day or so I began to notice that H’s stock of bath towels in her bathroom was very, very low and I wasn’t finding them anywhere. Not her hamper, or the dryer or washer or anywhere. So it slowly dawns on me that the younger child living here had taken over her bathroom while I was gone and all her towels were, undoubtedly, on the floor in her room.
I hollered, (that’s what you do in Texas), upstairs for her to throw me down all her towels to wash. Take a look at just the towels, hand-towels, and washcloths that landed on the, well, landing.
I was gone 11 days, did I mention that? She doesn’t have a car to wash and her dog is small enough to dry with one washcloth.
Now, I’m feeling guilty and need to get back in there and fold and restock H’s towels. All the ones that aren’t purple or turquoise are the guilty, (but CLEAN AND DRY) girl’s and go in her bathroom.
So there. I sit here all wide-assed and guilty for not folding towels and it’s all YOUR FAULT. That’s my story, and I’ll stand by it.
Now, I guess I need to apologize for this post. I’m sorry, I will try to get something better worked up soon. 🙂
Comment by witchypoo on September 12, 2009 at 4:30 pm
You always have something hilarious to say in our epic chats, but you never mention things like towels. We talk a lot about poop, don’t we?
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Comment by Krissa on September 12, 2009 at 4:32 pm
Yes. Yes we do. 😉
Comment by Jean M on September 12, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Ok I’ll go with it being my fault your sitting reading blogs and not folding towels. Just like I will blame you for preventing me from getting my packing done. 🙂
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Comment by Jean M on September 12, 2009 at 5:57 pm
Whoah! I know my brain is fried when I typed my old blogspot address instead of wordpress.
.-= Jean M´s last blog ..T-13 What’s In Your Closet? =-.
Comment by Chief on September 12, 2009 at 6:31 pm
Would you love me any less if I told you I refuse to fold towels? Yup. I have a blanket chest at the end of my bed and I throw the sonsabitches in and shut the top!
I am a genius.
Oh and I got a button. It isn’t as exciting as I thought it would be. I will work on a more pornographic one later.
.-= Chief´s last blog ..UPDATED: If I could, I would cut Osama’s testicles off with a butter knife…Happy Anniversary Duke! =-.
Comment by Hyphen Mama on September 12, 2009 at 7:45 pm
“I will try to get something better worked up soon.” That’s a reference to poop, isn’t it?
Okay… I’m going to blame you for the fact that I haven’t bathed my kids and thrown them in bed yet. Headed that way right…..now.
.-= Hyphen Mama´s last blog ..How to guarantee Potty Training Success…. =-.
Comment by Simply Savvy Girl on September 12, 2009 at 9:05 pm
Ummm … is it bad of SSG to think that maybe H could help you fold the towels? Then maybe so many of them wouldn’t get used?
(SSG is such a slave driver. She puts Fisher to work carrying towels upstairs on her back. Next up a pack that she can haul groceries in from the car.)
.-= Simply Savvy Girl´s last blog ..The Beginning =-.
Comment by grandma j on September 12, 2009 at 11:34 pm
You so crack me up! Don’t make me come over and fold those towels for you….because then you will have to sit down and write another post…no excuses!
Now, just relax and take in some football this weekend.
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Comment by Predo on September 13, 2009 at 5:30 pm
Is it wrong of me to have towel envy? It feels a little tingly and warm. Oh, towels, sweet sweet towels….Purrrrrrr
LMAO!!!! You are so funny! You went from deep thought to “Oh My God, did I show you my towels”……LOL! You crack me up!
.-= Predo´s last blog ..Grandpa’s tales…. =-.
Comment by Krissa on September 13, 2009 at 5:37 pm
HA! Did I mention, I have ADD… and a lot of towels?
Comment by minnet on September 13, 2009 at 8:16 pm
Ok in the world of looking for something to write about, I know good and well that you must have heard many many tails about what when on when you weren’t home, and different things Miss H had to say about you not being there, I am sure you can entertain us for some time with these stories..
By the way as soon as it stops raining ( we have had about 8 inches in the last 3 days) I will go out and take some new pictures of the horses, and send to you..
Comment by Roger on September 14, 2009 at 10:24 am
At least you are posting something. Even my kids are wondering when I’m going to jump back on that wagon again… soon, I promise. I think.
Why doesn’t H get some pretty purple towels? Might make her smile more. 🙂
.-= Roger´s last blog ..Mwahahahaha!! =-.
Comment by Ree on September 14, 2009 at 9:02 pm
I have one towel. 😉 It gets washed every Friday, whether it needs it or not. 😉
.-= Ree´s last blog ..Mute Monday – Back 2 School =-.
Comment by big hair envy on September 16, 2009 at 1:38 pm
And it’s YOUR fault that I have a big old blogger butt, and a tile floor that’s carpeted with black dog hair. So there!!!
I’ve missed you:)
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Comment by noe noe girl on September 22, 2009 at 4:09 am
Keep writing …I’ll take care of the towels baby!
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