So shiny it's blinding.
I finally drag my bum off the bed yesterday morning to do
a bit of spring-cleaning. As of now, I have officially reached a brand new level of domesticity. The kind where the sight of a shiny, perfectly scrubbed stove after an hour of back-breaking feat can almost make me weep with joy. NO YOU MAY NOT USE MY KITCHEN, you grub!
Managed to bribe my little brother into scrubbing the toilets for me too.
J: Do you need help?
me: YA! can you help me scrub the toilets please??
J: huhhhhhh... ok........
-15 minutes later-
F: how is it coming along?
J: -whine whine whine whine WHINE-
F: ok ok, just scrub ok, later I make you mashed potatoes.
J: OK. YOU SAID IT OK?!!
Seriously, this potato thing, it runs in the family.
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