We all know how domestic duties are not among my favorites. I have enough problems keeping my floors respectable and laundry out of the overflow stage without having any extra work. And now we have a camper. It was nice while we were camping in it, but I'm not looking forward to any more housecleaning than I already do. Muh Main Man is generally a laid back kind of guy but he is getting a bit too demanding about the housekeeping issues associated with the little metal and canvas abode sitting out in our driveway. We have already scrubbed down the canvas inside and out, wiped down and vacuumed every surface and I've mopped the floor by hand. I think I might just move my stuff to live out there because now it's cleaner than my house is. The one nice thing about it is that I can collapse that thing down to the bare bones and park it for the winter and it'll be just as clean when we pull it out next summer. I wish I could do that with the kids' rooms when they get out of hand!
Depressing: Def., "Realizing that you and your Dearly Beloved are entirely to close to wearing the same pant size. Case in point - Hero Guy came ' har har-ing' out of the bedroom relating that he had accidentally been wearing a pair of my jeans for the last 15 minutes. He wondered why they felt so weird (translated - TIGHT) until he took them off and inspected the tag. He gloated that at least he knows he can fit into a Ladies Size ___ (you really think I'm going to tell you the number?!). My Observations: 1) He had a MONSTER wedgie, so the jeans were entirely too small for him. 2) They are my "fat" jeans, a size bigger than what I actually wear, but I just like the broken-in feeling of them. Or the roominess or something. 3) They were the stretchy kind of jeans, so an elephant could have painted itself into them. 4) What's he bragging about having a girlish figure for anyway? Not very macho if you ask me. Hmph.
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