Wednesday, February 13, 2013


We're getting ready to go back on the housing market. Madness, all is madness.
The realtor came over Sunday to look at the house and take us to see a lot. Even though, we weren't signing I wanted the house in decent shape. Notice I didn't use the P words pristine or perfect. I got up about eight-thirty and thought I'd just do one or two things before I had a cup of coffee and of course sustenance. I got the coffee made but not drank.  I swear cleaning is like a narcotic. Don't misunderstand me, I don't give in to it that often, but when it strikes its like a runaway train. Either grab a dust cloth or stay out of the way. A demon takes possession of me. I can't stop. I was just going to clean the bathroom, that turned into bathrooms, from there the windows and mirrors. Groan. There's nothing worse than mirrors and windows. Streaks are never gone. They keep coming back. Then the floors, spots on the walls, the kitchen light fixture, the kitchen cabinets, the top of the refrig, pick up all the junk lying around, etc. In the midst of the chaos the hh decides he needs to go in town for a paper. Where is his priorities? When he returned,  I tossed him a dust rag.  I had yet to do the baseboards when she arrived. Thank goodness she showed up or I'd still be cleaning.
A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her girlfriends when Steven, a tall, exceptionally handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man entered.  He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him.

This seasoned, yet playful heartthrob noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her.  (As any man would.) Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned over and whispered to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00, on one condition..."

Flabbergasted but intrigued, the woman asked what the condition was. The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words."

The woman considered his proposition for a moment, and then slowly removed $20 bill from her purse, which she pressed into the man's hand along with her address.  She looked deeply and passionately into his eyes, barely concealing her anticipation and excitement, and slowly and meaningfully said....Clean my house.


  1. Yikes on the house hunting/selling. Very stressful.

    LOL - I didn't see that coming. My mind went the same place as the guy's. I don't know why that is!

  2. You're moving? Didn't see that coming. I feel for you. I hate cleaning.

  3. Hey Shelley,
    I think my 3 words would be clean the house:)

  4. Hey Julia,
    We are looking for something a bit more senior friendly. The hubby has arthritis and the yard is a challenge.