I cannot sleep. This is a fairly common occurance, so there is no need to be alarmed. I blame it on the coffee. Or perhaps that sleep is simply BORING, and who wants to sleep anyway when there is a Cheers marathon on the Hallmark channel? Not me! (Side note: I am a total Terrible TV junkie. I would be watching a Kendra marathon right now if it was on.)
Anyway, I have been wandering the house searching for something to do and found myself in the bathroom. After poking at my gray hairs for a while, I spied the bucket I had used earlier to clean the kitchen floor. It was sitting in the corner where I had placed it earlier to save it from being knocked over in a raucous game of indoor tag. It was lonely and forgotten....and still full of Lysol-y water. Ewwwww..... I know this is what you are thinking- mostly because that was what I was thinking. (Have I mentioned my borderline developmentally delayed housekeeping skills? No? I will share sometime...)
I decided to do what I should have done hours ago and empty the bucket. (Have you never heard of a Swiffer? you are thinking.) Now, here is where the brilliance happens. Are you ready? I dumped the contents of the bucket into the toilet- so it could do the faux flushing thing. (Never done it? Gather the family and try it out.) As I watched blue Mountain Breeze water- and maybe a bloated Froot Loop or two- empty into the bowl, I saw a flash of pink. Damn.
Remember my dilemma with the old toothbrush as a scrubbing tool? (I would put a link here to that post, but who am I kidding? I am so new to this blogging thing its right here on the same page as this one. Just scroll down a bit. Oh, and I don't know how to do the link thing.) I totally chose to use my pink Oral-B in my fight against stovetop grime. And apparently, somehow, said toothbrush had made its way into this Lysol bath.
And has now made its way into the U-bend of my downstairs toilet. I did not know you could flush a toothbrush, faux-style or otherwise.
P.S. It is 3 a.m. I will blame that on the possibility of TMI in this post. And the fact that this entire incident made me laugh. A lot.
First of all, I have a real soft spot for Kendra. Say what you will, the girl has a heart of gold.
ReplyDeleteI can tell you how to set up links, but I'll have to explain it after the next time I do it myself so that I can properly describe which "doohickey" it involves.
We have a swiffer, but it doesn't really get the floors all that clean. Just saying that you didn't flush your toothbrush for nothing.
Once again laughing out loud (for real not that damn text refrence) which is hard to make me do. I've been lovin me some Kendra since she was just merely the girl next door. And I though I was the only domesticly challenged girl who went out of her way to move the grey Lysol water in the bucket out of the way. It would of been faster to just dump it promptly and enjoy the faux but I can't explain my inner defiance to clean and keep it clean. Funny stuff. Keep it up. Side note: when I read your title, watch it byrne, in my head it is recited by Ben stiller from the Dodgeball movie in his globo gym voice. Just saying.
ReplyDeleteKelly- OMG! LOL! Yeah....it just doesn't sound right coming from my thirty-five-year-old mouth. I can't keep anything clean. I would like to blame it on the Monkeys, but that would be a total lie....though a good one....
ReplyDeleteIs it totally sad that I have not seen that movie?