There have been two goals to today. Clean the house and gorge Adam. We have fallen behind on both.
Oh, it started out strong: I got up and made breakfast (a bagel with lox and cream cheese and a glass of orange juice for him, bacon for me, fresh coffee for both of us, thank you Satellite) and afterwards we trooped off to Target in search of the finest ecologically unfriendly soap scum remover EVER and Tide.
At home, we set about cleaning. Adam vacuumed. I cleaned the toilets (and Kaboom toilet cleaner? Awesome) and then started in on my bathtub. I am so proud of how well the ecologically unfriendly soap scum remover worked, I want to post a picture of my tub, but y'all would be like ...it's a tub. And I'd be like, yeah, but it's a clean tub! And y'all would be like ...it's still a tub. Um, go you?
I think I will instead bask in Adam's reaction. "Dude. Seriously. Dude."
Now, you'd think with all that breakfasting and Targeting and vacuuming and destroying the environment in the name of a yuck-free tub, we'd have a quick break for lunch and then get back to the cleanin'. Obviously, if you think that, you're just an internet stalker and haven't actually met us. First Adam started posting on Miata.net. Then I spotted a possible SWAT situation outside. Oh yeah, that. From what I could glean from an Academy ride along (before a real cop yelled at me to get back inside my house), an alleged drug deal went bad four doors down and there was a little small arms fire. Whoops.
The SWAT team never did show. A couple of ambulances turned up after awhile, but left without a lot of huzzah. My guess is either a firearm was discharged and someone dialed 911, or any injury sustained wasn't exactly life threatening. I doubt anyone died. If that were the case, we'd have the mobile crime lab parked in our front yard, the news babe from Channel 4 doing her stand-up on the corner and Adam making passes at Trish Hoffman.
"Are you telling me we're living in a drug neighborhood?" Adam asked over a sickeningly wholesome meal of roasted chiles and cheese (minus any form of deep frying, so we can't call them rellenos in my book).
"Are you telling me there's any neighborhood in Albuquerque not a drug neighborhood?" I asked.
He considered it for a minute. "Never mind."
And right now, he's reading a Transformer comic and in a few minutes we're going to find a slice of cheesecake for the boy. Maybe next week, I'll finish cleaning the bathroom.
Oh, it started out strong: I got up and made breakfast (a bagel with lox and cream cheese and a glass of orange juice for him, bacon for me, fresh coffee for both of us, thank you Satellite) and afterwards we trooped off to Target in search of the finest ecologically unfriendly soap scum remover EVER and Tide.
At home, we set about cleaning. Adam vacuumed. I cleaned the toilets (and Kaboom toilet cleaner? Awesome) and then started in on my bathtub. I am so proud of how well the ecologically unfriendly soap scum remover worked, I want to post a picture of my tub, but y'all would be like ...it's a tub. And I'd be like, yeah, but it's a clean tub! And y'all would be like ...it's still a tub. Um, go you?
I think I will instead bask in Adam's reaction. "Dude. Seriously. Dude."
Now, you'd think with all that breakfasting and Targeting and vacuuming and destroying the environment in the name of a yuck-free tub, we'd have a quick break for lunch and then get back to the cleanin'. Obviously, if you think that, you're just an internet stalker and haven't actually met us. First Adam started posting on Miata.net. Then I spotted a possible SWAT situation outside. Oh yeah, that. From what I could glean from an Academy ride along (before a real cop yelled at me to get back inside my house), an alleged drug deal went bad four doors down and there was a little small arms fire. Whoops.
The SWAT team never did show. A couple of ambulances turned up after awhile, but left without a lot of huzzah. My guess is either a firearm was discharged and someone dialed 911, or any injury sustained wasn't exactly life threatening. I doubt anyone died. If that were the case, we'd have the mobile crime lab parked in our front yard, the news babe from Channel 4 doing her stand-up on the corner and Adam making passes at Trish Hoffman.
"Are you telling me we're living in a drug neighborhood?" Adam asked over a sickeningly wholesome meal of roasted chiles and cheese (minus any form of deep frying, so we can't call them rellenos in my book).
"Are you telling me there's any neighborhood in Albuquerque not a drug neighborhood?" I asked.
He considered it for a minute. "Never mind."
And right now, he's reading a Transformer comic and in a few minutes we're going to find a slice of cheesecake for the boy. Maybe next week, I'll finish cleaning the bathroom.
1 Comments:
At your high praise I went out and bought some Kaboom bathroom and toilet cleaner to facilitate my nesting. It is totally awesome! I just have to pretend that it is in no way related to Billy Maize(?).
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