vampires aren't the only things biting around here
I’ve been bitten by the bug.
No, not the flu…although I have had a twinge of a sore throat this week. And I don’t mean the writing bug either. Most days I am glued to my laptop working on one work in progress or another, specifically a few rather popular vampires, but not this week…
This week I was bitten by decorating bug.
After being thoroughly chastised by my husband for my lack of “Susie Homemaker” skills, I was forced to pull out the broom and mop and clean my house this week. I hate cleaning almost as much as I hate cooking, but I haven’t been able to convince my husband to up the ante on our current bet to include the rest of the housework. So hitting 300 followers may get me out of the cooking, but I’m still on the hook for the cleaning. And with a house full of dogs and teenagers, I never know what I’m going to find tucked under the couch.
While I was moving furniture around to dislodge partially chewed sticks and half-eaten shoes, courtesy of my furry children, I decided I would do a little permanent rearranging.
It’s amazing what a difference it makes when you reposition furniture. The room suddenly looks brand new. I figured I would move around the art while I was at it, and I even hung a few pieces I had stored for a “rainy” day. It wasn’t a rainy day, in fact, it was sunny enough to open the French doors while I cleaned and redecorated my living room.
Of course, an open door means a runaway dog, so I had to jump in the car right in the middle of my project to search for Joey. (For you new readers, Joey has a long history of vanishing from my yard in such a mystical fashion that we often call him “Dogdini”)
After collecting “Dogdini” from a house three neighborhoods away, it was back to work in the house. As long as I was cleaning, I decided to wash every spare blanket in the house to prepare for the impending cold snap.
My husband was quite pleased at my handy work and even told me he “really likes” when I do housework.
My evil plot to appear like an incompetent housewife has failed miserably. I guess it’s time to set fire to something again…
Until the next time…I’ll be busy coming up with a better plan.