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"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

What is the sound of a blogger not blogging?

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-ah-ah-ahchoo!

I'm feeling especially grumpy today, so I'm cleaning the Evil Genius' room...because that's how one gets happy, right? Cleaning up somebody else's mess? I mean...I'm always so freakin' cheerful about picking random clothing up off the floor, aren't I? And clearly I have paroxysms of delight when I locate dirty cups, dishes, or flatware...the nastier, the better, and if it's weeks old and crusty, sticky, or covered with alien civilizations, even better! Bonus point if it waves at me, uses sign language, speaks, or employs semaphores to communicate.

Bird is helping, for a change - although it's difficult to find things he can "help" with at this stage, since just about everything's on the floor (including my butt - I use the scootch-n-clean method), there's really nowhere for him to walk, stand, or sit. I finally got his bed cleared off, and I sent the little guy in to lob all his stuffed animals up there - that should make a fair chunk of space for us to work with.

I had to stop and take a break; I was overwhelmed by a rampaging dust rhino when I upset the Lego pile it was nesting on. Dust critters are fierce when they're protecting their young! It chased me right out of the room, and I decided to fall back, regroup, and fortify myself with some blog time and a fudgesicle. With any luck, the dust Velociraptor will have finished off the rhino and the vorpal dust-bunnies before I dive back into the fray. Bless him, the boy is still in there, doing battle with the cat-hair Jabberwoky. I believe he's using a spent glow stick for his blade, and hark! Is that the distinct sound of a snicker-snack coming from his room?? Callooh! Callay!

We'll get the bandersnatch later...I'm pretty sure they're allergic to Windex.

Meanwhile, I am still holding out hope (slender, slender hope) that Bob the Wonder Computer will be fixed today and I'll be back to my bloggy self tomorrow.

Until then, I'm off to hunt endangered dust beasties to extinction...if they don't kill me first.

3 comments:

Mother Medusa said...

Ha! Might as well clean up someone else's crap, if you're grumpy already. That's the way I look at it, anyway. And I do it with cursing, swearing, and various antics that have the kids and dogs scurrying for cover.

The kids clean their own rooms, now. It's far safer for all of us.

Happy cleaning! ;)

Magpie said...

Dusting is overrated.

The "trillion" site is cool (your post was in Reader, but not here...).

Kyddryn said...

MM, I never did finish - we went outside to play instead, and were the better for it.

Magpie, thanks - and the Trillion was the result of premature posting...it'll be back with friends on Monday!