CLEANING

Lisa is returning tomorrow after a month in St. John's.

Hooray!

I've been living alone for a month and now have to clean our three-story home before she gets back.

Urgh!

It's not quite the Augean stables, but, trust me, this is a titanic chore for a mortal.

About two weeks ago I had this conversation with Lisa:

LISA: The house can't be that messy. When you were in Africa I only ever had one set of dishes to do... and I only had to pick up after myself.

CHRIS: Ahh! You see, that is why it was easier for you. You only had to pick-up after yourself. I have to pick-up after Me! That's far, far, more challenging. You had it easy!

I'm not really that bad of a catch. I cook like a demon and can prepare dishes that could tempt Lucifer himself. I'm decent in bed. I'm slim, tall, blonde and am a damn smart dresser. But cleaning?!?

Cleaning?

Damnit, I live in Southeast Asia. We should have a maid for that.


But we don't.

So, for the next 72 hours, expect nothing new here.

But feel free to join in the comments on the previous item. I do crave debate.

For now... Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho!