Absurd
I’ve reached new heights of laziness. While I was trying to vacuum up all the dropped soy beans behind the desk (they’re wiggling little buggers and just jump right out of my hands) I sat down in the rolly chair. Then I realized I could vacuum while sitting down. I continued to vacuum the rest of the house while seated in my rolly chair. Yes, I’ve reached the pinnacle of lazy.
Except that it is actually more work to vacuum while seated in this chair since the vacuum handle is not designed for a seated position. Plus, you have to really use your legs to steer the chair. Maybe next time I’ll have Mike push me around while I vacuum. Or would that take things too far? I wonder how much those little robotic vacuums cost and if they really work. If they do what they claim to do I would be very interested in buying one. Can anything be better than setting a robot loose on your floor and coming back to find it all clean and nice? I guess maid service would be even better, but we’re not quite in that income bracket.
Just got off the phone with Annica and she finally had an explosion with the boys. She told them she’s not their mother and they had to clean up after themselves, so they did the dishes while sulking. Personally I think it would have been better to set out the expectations at the beginning when you could still sort of joke about it and not be enraged then having a big blow up later, but whatever. I guess they were really pissy and got mad at her for not having raisins. Strange, strange. Of course, the woman is an even bigger BSer than I am so I don’t know how much of it is true and how much is embellishment. They’re gone now, off to climb a mountain. She’ll only have to deal with them Saturday night so hopefully all will be well. I’m inclined to believe that they’re pretty bad because I know she was totally excited about them coming to visit and really expected to like them. I couldn’t understand why she was so excited to have three teenaged boys in the house but I guess that’s because I’ve actually been around teenaged boys and she obviously hasn’t.
And now I must go dry my hair, finish the laundry, and call Annica again to see if she’s coming over here or if I’m going over there. It all depends on the electrician.
Heh. I’m so stupid sometimes. I took all my towels down to the laundry room and when I stepped out of the shower I realized I had nothing to dry down with. I put my robe on to try to catch some of the drips and boy howdy is that a nasty feeling. Weird that I love being in the water so much but I hate being drippy.