LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
Ohm she ***was*** a stickler, wasn't she?
Not a fan of Joan or sterility, so it looks like I wandered into the wrong place this morning!
When I clean, the neighbors claim to smell the bleach downstairs. Not dont you get up from that table Deedles till the whole plate is clean.
BH mops my kitchen floor with bleach. I'm always hollering, Darrell dilute, dilute! He has selective hearing. He usually selects to tune me out. Floor's clean but my nose hair is fried and the dogs have to be kept out otherwise paw burns. The man has eaten thru two wooden mop handles with that stuff. Now, if I bought a Roomba, it would take one look at my house, jump back in its box and head back to the store.I have no trouble cleaning my plate, hence the faux drag name Etta Sandwich.
I use my Roomba to deliver my cock-a-tails to me.
Will she come over and clean my place too? She'll like my place. I have no wire hangers.
Aahhhh Joan and the pleasures of OCD. I can empathize. XoXo
joan would SCREAM if she saw my messy house. but I don't care; IT'S MY MESS!
You go, guuuurl!
My place is clean. but she might have a fit if she saw my un-organized foundations drawers.
I don't have a foundations drawer; 24/7/365 commando, baby!
You go, girl! Commando not only feels good, it's good for you. Kinda like sex.
Commando is fine, as long as you're not wearing pants. As a female, doing that can give you the exhilarating feeling of experiencing a wedgie and camel toe simultaneously! As a male, ZIPPERS! Be careful my friends.
We had planned to get two yellow labs last time as their hair makes the place look brighter. We ended up with two black labs and, yeah, oh well, we get out the vacuum out a lot more!
It's a reason my friend got three sphinx cats...no hair. But living in the Pocono's, their house is drafty. The poor things stay near heaters or the fireplace.
And remember, no wire hangers!
Good boy Huntley!
Having been to your place, I know one could easily eat off the floor.
In some ways Joan’s life and times were so complex and in another's, she's just like you and I. More like you thought Mistress, I am not that neat.
I think it's very old method to use a mop Mistress, get one of those Swiffer things dear. I can imagine your place is spotless.
you and joan would have been thick as thieves. but unlike her, you'd worn heels to clean.
I am too lazy to work and investing my energy in cleaning the stuff.. IT is not me! And, so I usually hire cleaning companies to do the tasks for me. Lately I have been very disappointed with the kind of services my old cleaning company provided. Can you or a house boy come do it?
Lord have mercy....HORRORS OF HELL right here!!!! Mopping?
"Helga...When you polish the floor you have to move the tree"
Having been to your place, I think Joan would be proud. Anal with OCD.
Rudolph the Rumba, does the floors every day at 10AM, then returns to his feeding nest under the liquor cabinet in the dining room. Based on the way he wanders around the rooms, I should be watching the level in those bottles.
I love this! Rudolph, huh? Check his nose. If it's red, you'll know for sure!
Go ahead darling, tell me something fabulous!