Please Come Visit Us
Today I had to D-U-S-T the guest bathroom. I had to dust it last week too. I've had to DUST it for the past 5 weeks. Dusting means I shake the rug and sweep up the dust bunnies. Dusting means I turn on the water just to wash the rust out of the pipes. I do this so that IF someone were actually to use the bathroom, they wouldn't be disgusted with the orange water coming out. Dusting includes flushing the toilet because some of the dust bunnies somehow make it up into the toilet bowl and are floating on the water. This is a new phenomenon because I've never (in my whole life) had a bathroom get dusty before it got dirty.
Can you see the dust bunnies swimming?
Matter of Fact: Growing up, one of us four kids had to clean the bathroom before we left for school each day. If it wasn't clean, we couldn't get on the school bus and we'd miss school. Which, now that I'm typing this out I'm thinking, "Holy Cow, how did that work as a motivator? Clean bathroom or miss school?" But it worked. It worked right up until we could drive to school and could falsely promise my mom we'd do it when we got home.
Please come visit us, so I'll have a real reason to clean the bathroom next week.
Comments
You're right. That WAS a stupid motivator. Oh ho. I've never thought about how stupid 'til now. How very funny. You were such good, conscientious students :)
and my parents did the same thing! Our beds had to be made and our rooms clean before we could go to school. My dad even picked us up from the bus stop a few times, took us back home to complete the task, and then took us to school. We were humiliated!! Hahaha.
Also. Ray's hand placement looks questionable.
We would love to come visit. Though I don't know when we will fit it in. Maybe right after your visit to us!:)
I, too, noticed said hand placement. ???
Who would think dust bunnies could swim in a toilet bowl?