It was needed.
She cleaned toilets and made the house sparkle. Debbie Day made the entire work day better. No matter how many irate customers I encountered or how much second hand smoke I inhaled during the day, being greeted by fabulous CLEAN in the evening made everything worthwhile. Clean, buffed floors and lemony furniture. A fresh, peaceful house that smelled of comet mixed with bleach. Never mind that it was an environmental chemical site. Even our old stained sink looked brand spanking new after Debbie Day.
Now I am trying to perform these household duties with two schnauzers under my laceless worn-out converse sneakers. And evidently not very well.
|I never much liked this plant
Annabelle is still a puppy with recessive billy goat genes. Last Christmas (her first), she destroyed two vintage Shiny Brite ornaments while I frosted cupcakes. The ornaments, displayed in a bowl on the coffee table to keep them safe, were oh too shiny and sparkly with flecks of silver glitter. Near Annabelle’s eye level—they were a schnauzer siren song. She left behind tiny shards of glass scattered in front of the fireplace, along with the little rusty metal cap and hook that, up until that point, had survived sixty-plus years…. Annabelle does her best work in front of that warm fireplace.
She has further evolved from goat to velociraptor?
Does she have a sickle-shaped claw hidden somewhere in that curly matted coat, allowing her to open the bathroom cabinet and snag a Tampax?
Of course with no squeaker inside, she tired of it quickly, and abandoned it on the stairs. It was too plain for her… It laid there, beneath my wall of tastefully displayed black and white family photographs. Right below Nana’s portrait. WhatWouldNanaDo?
Nana would laugh, but in that moment I was horrified. A new high low. Was there nothing sacred?
|Yes? You called for me?|
Siri is no Rosey.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Baha Men, Who Let The Dogs Out?
Katy Perry, “I Kissed a Girl”
Baha Men, “Who Let the Dogs Out”