Friday, February 19, 2010
Everyone loves it when I decide to grab the broom and clean cobwebs from around the ceiling line. As you can see, it's a rare occurance. I don't know if it's because I'm short so it's not at eye level or if it's because I never stop and sit down so I just don't find myself forced to look up and see it. OK. The real reason is I hate cleaning out the chicken coop and I figure if they eat grub worms and beetles they dig out of the dirt, surely they don't mind a few cobwebs.
What? You thought this was from the inside of my house??? You are so in the doghouse. And I never clean the cobwebs out of there. I hope they get in your hair and then wrap around your fingers when you try to pull them out and won't shake off and give you the heebie-jeebies and . . . OK, so you probably know we don't really have a dog house.
Maybe you could come knock on my door and grovel for forgiveness. Bring chocolate chip cookies. And call ahead of time so I can, um, run the broom around the house a little.
P.S. I'm not really mad. I just like visitors. And chocolate chip cookies. When you live in the boonies, sometimes you have to take drastic measures to get visitors.