'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Watching the niece being driven bonks by the vacuum, the bathroom fan, and television static just as I was makes me think they're all the same thing - its a nasty pitch that drills into your ears like fracking.
I remember them actually hurting as a child. Now they are just irritating.
Put away my clean, folded clothes and I'll follow you around with a vacuum wherever you go.
Buffista Island - divide up the housekeeping chores so that no one has to do whatever it is that they hate.
The fact that Dirty Dancing just came on tv is surely a sign from the universe that I should not go to bed at a decent hour.
Buffista Island - divide up the housekeeping chores so that no one has to do whatever it is that they hate.
Perfect.
It's not a rational thing. I just hate it. And would gladly trade for other tasks.
This is conversation #85.
Folding laundry is soothing. Washing dishes is contemplative, when done by hand with warm soapy water, though loading and unloading and running the dishwasher approaches vacuuming levels in distaste. But putting dishes away is fun, like a puzzle. Putting clean clothes away is satisfying. Dusting can be fun, as long as I don't get sucked into an hour of rearranging tchotches. Sorting laundry--eh. Don't hate it. Doing laundry...vague dislike, but folding clothes warm from the dryer or heady-scented from the line is wonderful.
Anything I can scrub--bathroom surfaces, refrigerator gasket, cabinet and appliance fronts, range hood--be *finished* and rewarded with shiny, is fun and rewarding. There's something awesome in attacking and *finishing* a task and leaving things better than you found them that's profoundly satisfying.
Washing dishes is gross. Scrubbing the toilet is satisfying. Vacuuming is faster than a mop, but I still want a Roomba. Mopping is the devil's work, thank you Swiffer Wet Jet, I will destroy the planet for you.
Really, the most satisfying task I know of is polishing my jewelry, but sadly, no one else considers it vital household maintenance.
The fact that Dirty Dancing just came on tv is surely a sign from the universe that I should not go to bed at a decent hour.
Obviously.
Could I just be the baker on Buffista island? There's nothing that could be called cleaning that I like to do.
I am back from getting brand new blood. Why does sitting all day make me want to take a nap?