Wednesday, Jul. 28, 2004 - 1:04 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Paper Towel and Shitty Days
If you'd care to know, paper towel is not the best way to pick up dog diahrrea. Well, it is a good start. Also a coupla pieces of cardboard and a plastic bag to start if there is alot.
But once you have got most of it up, swiping a dry paper towel back and forth mostly leaves smears. It does not "clean" the surface.
Also, if there is enough left on the floor to show shoeprints and dogprints in, you are definitely not done wiping.
If you leave the smears on the floor and the empty paper towel roll on the counter, someone is eventually bound to figure out what exactly those yellow droplets are all spattered up the wall and on the mirror just above the floor.
Yup, the doggy had the runs on Saturday when I left her. It must've been the new super-oily brand of pig ear slices. I told the girl taking care of her. And I left the doggy outside. Apparently in her wisdom, she put her in the house.
And I got home the next day at 4am. After traipsing back and forth for about two hours, I went to sleep. In the morning I noticed the empty paper towel roll. And then an hour later I noticed that the angle of the sun highlighted dried smears and footprints all across the hallway floor where I'd been walking in and out of my bedroom in bare feet.
So yeah, the girl fessed up. I have NO idea why she did not make use of the large floor-washing bucket and sponges totally visible in the bathroom. No idea. Or why she didn't leave a note "doggy had diarhhea... floor needs some attention".
urk re walking in dried poop for half a day before finding out.
So yeah, I washed the whole bloodyfloor.
Went outside in my running shoes to trim the lawn and soak it down in anticipation of my leaving for the family reunion. Hmmm, what IS that smell?
Did I mention that all the neighborhood cats (including my own who boude their litterbox in the summer) use the backyard as a shitter? Did I mention how hard it is to see in the grass and weeds? And how much treads there are in Converse All-Stars?
Anyways, one should check one's feet before walking across a newly clean floor in their runningshoes from outside.
But a sponge yet again (forget the paper towel) and then an old toothbrush on the shoes takes care of the problem for now.
Did I mentin that I'm having a sort of shitty day?
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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