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Showing posts with label diapers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diapers. Show all posts

20 May 2008

Soft Scrub....with Bleach!

Conversation with Self

Clockwatching Conscience Self
(the one that remembers that house guests are arriving in less than 12 hours):
Get off your ass already.
Yeah, you.
Stop reading blogs and go clean the bathtub.
Doooooooooo iiiittt.
Do. It. Now.

Lazy Self:Um, just…five…more…hang on…five minutes.

CCS: Ok. You’ve had ten. Now GET OFF YOUR ASS AND CLEAN THE BATHROOM!
That’s right Lazy; you have graduated to the entire bathroom. Congratulations.

LS: Argh.
This is going to require some Macy Gray played loud.

One hour later:

CCS: Well done. Bathroom, kitchen, all clean. That extra cup of coffee really helped.
Oh, and as an added bonus I didn’t tell you this sparking pearl so that you could discover it on your own…two years of diapers would make cleaning the seem far less disgusting.

LS: Sweet!
I’m SO going to blog this now so the others will know. Even if that means they will also know about the voices. D'oh!

End Scene.