Hell week is a term often used in college and in the military. I used to use it a lot at work. This week my financial controller, ace number one daughter, son-in-law and two granddaughters went to New York City for vacation. If I had gone, it would have been hell week - for everybody, especially me. I stayed home and took care of the dogs.
The first couple of days, the dogs liked my cooking. Then it went down hill. The little one even turned up his nose at the water dish. Neither of them died and neither did I.
When you stay home, there are things that have to be done that are better done by someone with experience. I do very well at vacuuming. If you don’t remember, I told her one time that she wasn’t running the vacuum right and I’ve been doing it since then. But when it comes to mopping, I am a little lacking. We have one of those steamy thingys, but I don’t like it. I use a real mop. I just never seem to get all the water where I want it and too much where I don’t want it. I keep the mop bucket full of water. The dog drinks from it.
Then, there’s laundry. Oh, I do alright with washing and drying. I’m pretty good at putting things on hangers, except they all point in opposite directions. Makes it tough to hang them in the closet. But, I am not good at folding.
You are supposed to fold underwear and put it in a drawer. I think that is a stupid idea. Why can’t you just put it in the drawer anyway it will fit? I tried rolling up everything. We did it that way in the Army. It worked fine. Not here. Did you know there is a difference between men’s and women’s underwear? They don’t fold alike. They do now.
What difference does it make? No one is supposed to see underwear anyway.
Unless you are a plumber or teenage boy.
PMO
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