It would appear I finally brought the house down, literally.
Mr. P announced yesterday:"If you want to be a Blog Diva, you can find another place to live."
You see, at 8:47 AM I was drinking a cuppa Joe while reading the first of my morning blogging emails when it was his desire for me to clean house.
You can't blame him after all, a man needs a maid.
It would appear I have some serious thinking to do. Meanwhile, you can visit me on Wednesdays for the "ABC Wednesday" meme on my Dream Weaving blog.
I wish I could go back and revisit the letters 'A' and 'B'.
11 comments:
Hope you weren't squashed under all that rubble! x
I have to admit that last line made me laugh.
So...are this man's arms broken? He doesn't know where the cleaners are kept?
(((((((((((Pouty)))))))))
A clean house is very over rated. If the Mr. wants it clean, why can't he do it. Or hire a maid. Blogging is way to fun to give up. Besides, I just started following you.
But, you're famous via David now! Surely that counts for more than clean counters and swept floors!
haha, well, if you want something done right it is best to do it yourself (she replied to man)
had that been mr. lime complaining i'd have directed him to the cleaning supplies and told him to feel free to use them in the manner for which they were designed, assuring him that his external genitalia was unlikely to be adversely affected.
Looks like you celebrated 5th Nov early this year Pouty Baby.
Stand well back and light the Touch paper.lol.
Have to agree with Fireblossom. Who does he think you are, Donna fucking Reed?
When is his funeral?
You can always use my favorite one liner... "You got a piano tied to your ass...?"
So is this what it comes down to?
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