sometimes sweeter than mama's iced tea, sometimes more bitter than a collard green, always hot and juicy like good fried chicken
Saturday, November 11, 2006
when i move into a new rental place, i am skeeved out by things the previous tenants may have left. if there's anything at all in the place, i trash it without question, and then i clean the shit out of everything in sight. then as i love there, i maintenance clean. i tend to be pretty clean, although a bit cluttery. (people i went to college with, y'all are not allowed to comment on that statement!) but every once in a while, something will suddenly have become utterly filthy without me noticing. does this happen to you, too? today i needed to put a vase away. the vase needed to go into the cabinet over the refridgerator. so i dragged a chair over, climbed up to move the stuff on the top of the fridge out of the way so i could open the cabinet door. and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! the grease! the dust in the grease! the cat hair in the dust in the grease! it was vile vile vile! and what WAS all that stuff on top of there anyway?
a bottle of cheap champagne i know has gotten cold and then wamr again one too many times for consumption, some old grocery lists, an outdated can of pineapple juice--in a word: crap. so. i threw it all away. cleaned the top of the fridge. then the sides. i had to move some magnets to clean the side, and then before i knew it, i had removed ALL the magnets so i could clean the whole thing. then i was like--well--i bet the inside's no better if i really look. and boy--it wasn't! i threw away 4 grocery bads full of stuff, took everything out of the fridge, washed it all, and put it all back in an organized manner. two and a half hours after needing to put one vase away, i have a clean fridge, and most of the magnets are back on there. (we like magnets, what can i say?) nothing in there will kill you now, i promise. well--maybe the vodka will if you drink it all! check out how much vodka i have in the freezer, and please keep in mind that the hippie doesn't even LIKE vodka! (he does have some scotch, though--let me tell ya.) (and a whole keg of beer.) (but i digress...) but dude, i NEED all these kinds of vodka, so i don't want to hear a word about it.
now, i know i am going to catch shit from rick and tom about writing boring domestic posts, but this is how i spent my saturday, y'all. shut up.