Entry the forty-ninth: In which I admit that I am not a Conscientious Duster
How do I know that the dust bunnies under the bed are out of control?
Evidence:
Don't be distracted by Sylvie's sheepish look; it's not her fault. Go ahead and take a closer look.
UGH. Guess there's going to be some vacuuming this weekend. Neat.
Labels: cat, dust bunnies, hating to dust, vacuum
posted by Elinoire @ 12:24 AM
4 Comments:
Oops. Laila always comes in from the garage festooned with sparkly spiderwebs...
MMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMM MMmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMMmMMMM
mmmm!
guess who finally unfroze the banana bread you gave her and Jim for Christmas?
oh my goodness this is good. It's a good thing I didn't taste it while Jim was out of town!
mmmmm
thank you thank you
I have fire-breathing dust dragons under my bed. I love hardwood floors, but the dust and cat hair are so much more noticeable.
~Editrice
LOL, talk about not covering her tracks ;).
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