New from the makers of Swiffer, The Swaddle and Swab!
Just attach duster to baby's onesie, attach baby to pole and WHEEE! Airplane ride AND clean your ceiling fan!
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New from the makers of Swiffer, The Swaddle and Swab!
Just attach duster to baby's onesie, attach baby to pole and WHEEE! Airplane ride AND clean your ceiling fan!
(SUCH a bad mommy.)
(I'm fairly certain that was an SNL fake commercial a few years ago.)
I think I need a housecleaner.
In The Big Bento Box of Unuseless Japanese Inventions, there is both the Baby Mop and the Cat Duster. (The Baby Mop is a onesie with a a kind of rope mop on the stomach, the Cat Duster is a set of Swiffer Footies for your cat. Now they got one to stand still long enough to get all four on and take the picture is beyond me.)
I was going to post a complaint about how long it was taking my breakfast to arrive (YES, I am lazy/New Yorker enough to order breakfast on the weekends), but then the doorbell rang, and now I have an egg sandwich and a smoothie. Yay!
Gronk. I am awake and making coffee. I fully intended to sleep in this morning, as I have slept terribly for the last week, but my busy little mind has other plans.
I was earwormed by the "One Day at a Time" theme song as I was trying to get back to sleep. Talk about your own body betraying you...
I think I'll be able to sleep better after my portfolio is done; that's the thing I think about waking and sleeping, so once I turn the URL in Tuesday, I imagine I'll sleep well.
But coffee and Net before I can starting editing and BSing academic pedagogical terms!
Timelies!
Yay for egg sandwiches!
PRINCESS LILLIAN TICKYBOX!!!
Timelies.
I am having an incredibly lazy day today. I'm going out tonight, and I really have no clean clothes to wear. I have been trying for the past hour to get myself motivated to do laundry, but so far, it hasn't happened.
Huh. I just checked my GPA and I have a 3.601. And I;ll have 12 hours of A this semester, so I'll grad with a 3.7.
Better than I thought. Isn't it weird, how you think you suck, and then you look at facts, and you don't suck as much as you thought?
Good thing.
Except for on the couch of sin, where you should suck more.