October 20, 2008
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Weekend
I was supposed to go to Sioux Falls on Friday. Didn’t happen.
Instead, I got one of my Special Visitors.
(Every time I hear that phrase I cringe. Not because of MY Special Visitors, but because my Mother always called her menstrual period HER Special Visitor and it meant I was going to emptying bathroom trashcans filled with well wrapped tampons or feminine napkins. I know…thanks for sharing.)
So I ordered pizza in on Friday night and watched The Devil Wears Prada.
Autopsy on Saturday morning and THEN to Sioux Falls. I arrived just in time to see Special Someone finish tossing his cookies. Seems the mixture of cleaning agents he was using on the oven caused a rather nasty gastrointestinal upheaval. Either that or he was just sick to see me.
The afternoon was primarily spent cleaning. I got enough cat hair and “dust bunny” from the stairwell to weave a rug. I used extra Pledge on the wooden stairs. Mostly to see if Special Someone’s upstairs roommate (who apparently doesn’t know how to use a dust-rag) would take the stairs at his normal speed…in his stocking feet.
Hey…if he died in Sioux Falls he’d be someone else’s Special Visitor.
Dinner party Saturday night. Leg of lamb with moroccan rub, garlic parmesan whipped potatoes, buttered steamed broccoli and caesar salad. Home baked apple pie for dessert. Surprisingly enough I didn’t burn anything (I’m cooking-with-gas challenged).
Sunday afternoon was…well…chores. Bleh.
And let’s hear it for Monday. Luckily there were enough annoying intrusions on my day so that I didn’t get the rather impressive work list I’d composed for myself started.
Yeah…that was tongue-in-cheek. Glad you noticed.
Comments (8)
Chores on Sunday…Monday-related work interruptions…when did you start living my life and why haven’t I noticed the pay differential?
So your mother’s cycle came to visit? Sounds interesting!
Chores suck…
I thought you and special someone lived together. Hmm..that’s a surprise. Glad you were successful with the electric oven. That’s always sketchy….
My mom would send me to the store to buy her Modells but thankfully she never made me get near the refuse! EEEKKKK!!! Just the smell of the pads in the box is enough to make me think I’d not like much else about it.
Just be thankful that you’re a male and you can’t get a special visitor once a month! I know I’m glad I got a penis and not a va-jay-jay.
Oh, you had to mention food…real food. I’m doomed to a yogurt and jello diet for a few days…and I’ve never been hungrier.
I LOVE euphemisms for periods. My friend Paula’s mother used to ask her if she was ‘unwell’ to which she’d always reply that, no, she was fine but she WAS having her period.
My favourite euphemism remains ‘the painters are in… downstairs.’ (Always leave the pause for dramatic effect.)
So wait – - you go to your Special Someone’s place and you clean for them and then fix an amazing dinner WITH home baked apple pie for dessert?!? Where the Hell do I sign up for YOU!!
And I mean to date, not to become on of your Special Visitors.
But then, whatever it takes…
your meals always make my mouth water….
I hope that your Tuesday is chore-less.
*~matthew~*