Category: housekeeping
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most enjoyable shower
I think a shower couldn’t possibly feel better than right after I’ve been cleaning the toilet, unless it’s after cleaning the toilet and dredging great big greasy blobs of hair out of the drain in the bathtub. Our Little Red House is sixty-four years old, which means I’ve been through some pretty gnarly adventures in Read.
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snow blows
And just like that, I shoveled the driveway. Well, I pushed the machine that shovels the driveway. And I didn’t really have to push it all that much. It sort of pulls itself along as it digs its way through the snow. All I have to do is guide it, really, and turn it around Read.
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a yard sale
And on the eighth day they awoke, and the morning from the dawn unto noon they spent amidst the harvest of their home, threshing the grain from the chaff, and the woman of the house did ask unto the man: “How much for the novelty candles, d’you think?” And the man answereth: “I dunno. A Read.
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frosty
B noticed yesterday that the thermometer in the fridge was indicating sixty degrees and the food wasn’t cold, which is sort of the opposite of what you want in a refrigerator. I’d noticed the night before that the beer I grabbed from the door wasn’t as cold as the one I’d drunk the day before Read.
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centipedicide
I was downstairs the other night boxing up all the beer glasses that I’d put on display on a couple of shelves in the corner of the basement that I rather grandly refer to as the brewery, because the new kitten has the run of the house now and every ounce of him is dedicated Read.
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hand towel
I went to the laundry basket with dripping hands and started pawing through it. “What are you looking for?” B asked. “Hand towel,” I answered, pulling out what I thought was a hand towel. “Don’t use that,” she admonished me. “That’s a rag. Just look at how dirty it is.” She held up a neatly Read.
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hanging offense
Re-hung a door in the basement. This didn’t end well when I tried it once before. It didn’t end entirely well this time, either. I know, in theory, how to hang a door. I don’t have much in the way of practical experience, though. If I’d kept track of the number of doors I’ve hung, Read.
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clogbuster
Using a hydrostatic tool of my own invention, I unplugged the bathroom drain this morning and then, feeling suddenly productive, I stripped to my skivvies and cleaned the tub surround, sink and toilet, because that’s how easily I get distracted. (The thing about stripping to my skivvies – was that inappropriate? I’m never sure how Read.
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death to mousey
B and I have declared unrestricted warfare on mice. All mice, wherever they are, but particularly here in our little red house. Before our declaration was submitted to the order rodentia, we were trying to expunge only the mice from our house by live-trapping them, then releasing them into the wild, where they could rejoin Read.
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yelp 2
As I was saying, the biggest thrill of the weekend was the mouse that came up the stairs into the kitchen on Sunday night. I’m not kidding. Don’t judge us. We don’t get out much. The little booger literally came up the stairs. I’m almost one-hundred percent certain of this because when I turned on Read.
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