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August 15, 2005
In the Dog House..
We spent the whole of yesterday afternoon searching for some important forms that should have been completed by the end of July, the end of July 1974 or something. By ‘we’ I mean that Mr PE rushed round the house like a madman and I sat on my throne at the PC giving helpful advice.
‘It’s probably in the letter rack under the mirror in the hall.’
‘Nope. That was the first place I checked.’
‘In that case it must be in the pile of crap on the dining table.’
‘That was the second place I checked.’
‘Oh. I know! I bet it’s in the pile of crap on the coffee table.’
‘That was the third place I checked.’
‘OK. So let me think about this one.....’
I read some more blogs while Mr PE flitted about again. It was a couple of minutes before I exclaimed.
‘I’ve got it!’
Looking back now I don’t think he looked overly hopeful. In fact I think he simply grunted.
‘It’s in the pile of crap in the bedroom!’
‘That was the fourth place I checked.’
‘In that case it can only be in one place. The kitchen drawer!’
(The kitchen drawer is where all the piles of crap go when we can’t face stepping over them anymore. I guess you could call it Crap Heaven.)
‘That was...’
‘OK OK.’ I snapped. ‘Well how the hell am I supposed to know where it is then?’
Mr PE finally found them at 8:30, long after he’d given them up as ‘accidentally recycled’ and had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to deal with the tedium and embarrassment of phoning up for a new set.
It was my fault. In one of my mad moments I’d only gone and put them in our newly acquired filing cabinet, in a folder named ‘forms.’
Well at least FlyLady would be proud of me .
Posted by purple elephant at August 15, 2005 11:09 AM