I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been 'computering',
I had to answer 'yes.'
He told me to get off my butt
And tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up...
The smudges off my mouse.
I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick...
I was just admiring my work..
I didn't mean to 'click.'
But click I did, and oops. I found
A real absorbing site.
That I got SO way into it.
I was into it all night...Sigh
Nothing's changed except my mouse
It's very, very shiny.
I guess my house will stay a mess...
While I sit here on my hiney.
Thank you for being my e-mail buddy and friend!
|That is soooooooooooo me!!!|
I will add my favorite cleaning poem. To me it sums it all up very nicely!
"Dust" by Sidney King Russell
Agatha Morley all her life grumbled at dust like a good wife.
Dust on a table, dust on a chair, dust on a mantle she could not bear.
She forgave faults in man and child, but a dusty shelf would set her wild.
She bore with sin without protest, but dust thoughts preyed upon her rest.
Agatha Morley is sleeping sound six feet under the moldy ground.
Six feet under the earth she lies, with dust at her feet and dust in her eyes.
That is soooooooooooo me!!!
Ha, ha me too!! Its funny just this morning I was thinking, maybe I spend a little too much time here on the forum. Then I thought "Nah, life's too short to fuss about the boring stuff."
|HA HA HA HA HA|
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