The Fine Art of Fudge Cleaning...
So, today we had this appraiser lady come and take pics of the houses, so we can remorgage. And Daddy wakes me up at 10am, and says that he's going to the hospital to visit Grandpa, and asked if I could straighten up a little, as the woman was coming at noon.
Well, I walk out of my room, and I look around. All of you who have ever been to my abode, you know that we are not neat freaks. Plus, we're all so busy, we barely ever have time to really, really clean.
So I'm all, 'Crap, how the hell am I supposed to clean the entire downstairs, two bathrooms, and at least one bedroom in two hours?' I swear, I have never been more frantic in my life. I ran around like a chicken with it's head lopped off, and if there had been a camera taping me, I'm sure that I would have one an award for the fastest fudge cleaning job ever, or at the very least, I would have won something from the good peeps over at America's Funniest Home Videos.
But all went off without a hitch, the lady came, and my sister was ecstatic that I had cleaned her room, cuz she had a flute lesson this afternoon, and her room was a mess. The only problem with the fine art of fudge cleaning is, I shoved everything that I could wherever I could. We are going to be finding stuff all over for weeks. Plus, I can't even get into my room, let alone sleep in my bed, as it looks like the laundry room threw up in there.
My Grandpa is home now, we got him a few hours ago. He's glad to be home, but it's really sad. We got him all the stuff that he needs, the O2 tank, and the walker, which Eri Berri and I are sprucing up tomorrow... we're thinking 'Holiday Lights' as a theme. I'm invisioning a string of Christmas lights, along with some tinsel and maybe an ornament or two. I know, he thinks we're evil too!
It's hard to believe that he's going to be gone soon. I've lived next door to my grandparents for most of my life, and at this moment in time, I have all four of them. I don't want to lose him, he's such a huge part of my world. It won't be the same without him.
But does anything ever stay the same?
Katherine
Well, I walk out of my room, and I look around. All of you who have ever been to my abode, you know that we are not neat freaks. Plus, we're all so busy, we barely ever have time to really, really clean.
So I'm all, 'Crap, how the hell am I supposed to clean the entire downstairs, two bathrooms, and at least one bedroom in two hours?' I swear, I have never been more frantic in my life. I ran around like a chicken with it's head lopped off, and if there had been a camera taping me, I'm sure that I would have one an award for the fastest fudge cleaning job ever, or at the very least, I would have won something from the good peeps over at America's Funniest Home Videos.
But all went off without a hitch, the lady came, and my sister was ecstatic that I had cleaned her room, cuz she had a flute lesson this afternoon, and her room was a mess. The only problem with the fine art of fudge cleaning is, I shoved everything that I could wherever I could. We are going to be finding stuff all over for weeks. Plus, I can't even get into my room, let alone sleep in my bed, as it looks like the laundry room threw up in there.
My Grandpa is home now, we got him a few hours ago. He's glad to be home, but it's really sad. We got him all the stuff that he needs, the O2 tank, and the walker, which Eri Berri and I are sprucing up tomorrow... we're thinking 'Holiday Lights' as a theme. I'm invisioning a string of Christmas lights, along with some tinsel and maybe an ornament or two. I know, he thinks we're evil too!
It's hard to believe that he's going to be gone soon. I've lived next door to my grandparents for most of my life, and at this moment in time, I have all four of them. I don't want to lose him, he's such a huge part of my world. It won't be the same without him.
But does anything ever stay the same?
Katherine
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