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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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9:02 a.m. - 2008-01-07
The home owners insurance inspector is coming today. We got most of the cleaning done yesterday so this morning I'll be doing some spot tidying and trying to do something with the excess crap in the cellar. Being in full uppy mode I have boundless energy and the attention span of a toddler. Should make things interesting. Already this morning I dismantled the stove only to put half of it right back together because I really wanted a cup of tea. Which I made and then had to wait for things to cool off enough to immerse again without warping the drip tray. Notice it never occurred to me to use the microwave to heat the tea water. Yeah buddy, those freaky high IQ scores of mine go right out the window during the uppy times. However not all of my native cunning deserts me. Mick is now convinced the best way to get me all rompy and worked-up is to vacuum. He was making with the Electrolux yesterday and I kept interrupting to leap on him like a rabid wolverine and gnaw on his ear. Nothing is sexier to me than a man with a vacuum in his hand, I told him. The way he was moving all the furniture to vacuum beneath made me weak in the knees. He was using the upholstery attachment? My sweet Lord it was a wonder I could keep my clothes on at all. Let me tell you, friends, ain't nobody got cleaner carpets than I do today. Manic and scatterbrained, yes. Entirely stupid, no. The Christmas tree came down yesterday too. After fetching the storage boxes from the attic Mick was content to watch me do all the undecorating. I didn't mind, there is a system and most of the ornaments have a specific niche. Not much original packaging, but the more peculiar ones have their own wrappings and the different sized balls have egg carton type trays to go back into. Two new ornaments this year, he and I both gifted the other with a personalized ornament. Mick received a glass snowman with his name etched on it and he got me (us) a hand-painted heart with our names and this year's date on it. The heart is very sweet and something I wouldn't have bought in a million years. It surprises me how high Mick's tolerance for cutesy is. His whole family has a pash for cute. I don't do cute. Beanie Babies make me throw up. It's not like I'm sooo sophisticated, I am plenty tacky and low rent. But cutesy? Blech. When Mick and I first started sending email from our home addresses instead of through Match I thought maybe he was being ironic with the animated gifs on his. Big eyed puppies. Daisies with smiley faces. Romping kittens. I was like, "WTF? Unicorns and rainbows? He's got to be kidding." He wasn't. This most macho of men was seriously trying to show me his feelings with anthropomorphic dancing ducklings that batted their goofy human eyes and blew kisses. I twit him about this fondness for the inanely sweet and have told him he'll know it's really over between us if I ever gift him with a sparkly teddy bear that says, "I Wuv U This Much". To work! I must get back to work!
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