Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Cleaning House

Our House, not in the middle of the street but thanks Madness (Band responsible for the hit song Our House) . It's just an ordinary old house on the side of a regular street which we would prefer to withhold the name thereof (there are way too many creepy spiders on this interweb). Cleaning the house can be fun when it includes vaccuum dancing to a blasting iPod dock (preferably Beyonce). 

BUT WAIT! 

The fun stops there, even with Beyonce's goddess voice encouraging you with every note, doing the dishes just can't be done to the same degree of amusement. If it can't be casually chatted about over a frappucino at Starbucks is it really worth it?  Really moms all over the world, you can't honestly like to do the dishes even though it is one of the closest things to a bubble bath.

Unfortunately death had overwhelmed our dearest dish washer, Maytag, long ago and now we succumb to the physical labour of doing the dishes ourselves. This burden has been especially heavy since we are trying to get by with the absence of our mother dearest, don't worry she isn't dead, she's just away. It just shows how much your parents do for you, and then you really know how much they do for you when they're gone and you're stuck doing the housework. We can come to the conclusion that dishes are easier said than done.

Until the arrival of a new Post
Yours truly,
Midas and Titus

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