Monday, September 28, 2009
Okay so I've been smelling this smell....for a while and I've searched high and low looking for the source. I finally concluded that I must be smelling things....I do this....I smell things others just don't notice. Well....my nose was on target....well sort of or it would have sniffed out the source before. Today, in a rare moment of cleaning inspiration, I pulled out the couch to vacuum and there......to my horror....I discovered the crap cache! Maybe a month's worth! I relocated the litter box a while back and apparently Miss Lili just doesn't like the new location. And yes.....I will be moving it back to where SHE wants it! And yes! She wins, which grinds me....but this episode was just unacceptable and must not be repeated!
You might be wondering naturally, "Wasn't she thinking, 'where's the poo' when scooping the litter box?'. Well....I'm a bit mortified to admit that my helpful housekeeper dogs pitch in by 'cleaning' the litter box for me, no need to define that statement. They have 'Cat Crap Fever', and enjoy a mid-day snack. I've asked the vet about this, and no, it's not good for them, but most dogs tend to help their owners in such ways, not unusual. So....well, they're not dead yet, but the cat, well....she's about to be!
Now for all you cat lovers out there (of which I am, believe it or not, one of them), I only put her in jail while I cleaned up her stash, and she was not killed, mutilated or otherwise harmed in the taking of this picture.....however, that may not have been true when I first discovered her deposit! And no....she won't actually be put to death, but I can't say the thought didn't pass thru my mind!!!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
In doing laundry tonight, I came up with the usual 1/2 dozen single sox while sorting. I grabbed my basket that holds the single sox of years past, with the hope of course, that I could make a few mates. While my spirit soared when I reunited a pair of Argyles with each other, sadly I was unable to match up any others. I finally got ruthless and tossed out the sox that had been in and out of the system for evidently the past 20 years or so. I had little kid sox! Even when my kids were little, they didn't have little feet. So....it must be from when they were REALLY little....which means we're talking 25 years or so.
I HAVE SOX FROM THE REAGAN ADMINISTRATION! Pretty scary isn't it?
When my dad died and we were sorting thru his worldly goods, I found plastic flowers in the attic along with the lovely matching plastic "vaaaaasze.." and wondered how the heck they kept stuff that long. After all, my mom had passed away 20 years before my dad. And yet he still had orange plastic flowers in his attic! So I guess I come by these "hang onto it for some day" genes naturally. But really... I can do better than this. If I don't want my kids to just light a match to the place when I die, I have to do better than this.
I do wonder from time to time where all these great sox go. Is there like a Bermuda Triangle surrounding me that sox just go missing, sucked into some crazy vortex and churning with all the missing sox of my past lives. How can one or two people possibly have 21 single sox! Wouldn't there be a corresponding pile of them somewhere? I mean they take up quite a bit of space!
One of the biggest unsolved mysteries of our time.