So what does my Bathroom have to do with Cemetery Lane? I will tell you. We
are supposed to live each day as though it is our last, correct? Not too hard! I
worked a long day today, came home a tad tired, walked the dog Gracie Allen,
grabbed a bite of food, meandered into my bathroom for a shower, and noticed it
was nasty in there. It is the bathroom off my bedroom, not the guest bathroom of
course. Make up strewn about the counter, toothbrush lying out in the open, hot
curlers with a basket of hot curler clips, and of course a blow dryer, hair spray, a sink with spots of
toothpaste, eeewww.....the
mirror has specs of "do dah days" all over it. I was sure I
would stick to the hairspray on the floor should I step out of the shower with
wet feet. Dust on the towel holder....Along with yesterday's work clothes still
aside the shower from yesterday. Lordie sakes alive!
Should I die before I wake and anyone sees that mess I shall just die again. I
pray the Lord my soul to take and get someone in here to clean it up before my
family sees it. Who me? What a legacy that would be to leave in their last
memory of me. S H U T - U P! But then there are a couple of kitchen drawers to
die for also. And we cant wash our underwear every day just in case we croak
or a bus runs over us, can we? But we can be somewhat tidy in our homes and cars
and minds just in case we bite the dust or ashes. Who thinks of all this stuff? Me, I do...the
obsessive compulsive neurotic. I am not either, My Mother is.
So until we meet again, tomorrow or wherever......be safe, be happy, be well, and get rich so you can hire someone to clean your bathroom in case you croak and your family see's your dirty unders and such. Laters
So until we meet again, tomorrow or wherever......be safe, be happy, be well, and get rich so you can hire someone to clean your bathroom in case you croak and your family see's your dirty unders and such. Laters
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