Some set-up for this one; At this time in my life I was living with my Brother (Mark) and his wife (Cathy) for various economical reasons, I will never be able to thank them enough. Occasionally Cathy and I butt heads; there are some people that I consistantly present opposing viewpoints to...and she is one of those people. My goal is not to hurt her, so I hope the thoughts that I had on this morning do not hurt her feelings. -From her immature tool of a brother in law.
12/30/2010
Overslept, Dam (beaver structure)! Got up went downstairs and grabbed my coffee container and it spilled all over the floor. Dam (Beaver structure)! Looked at the pile of coffee for a good half a minute wondering what my next move would be, and also kept thinking that Cathy would be so pissed if she found out. She wasn’t going to find out, this will be the perfect crime of the day, I shoveled the top layer of grounds back into the container because after all it didn’t really hit the floor. After I finished that task I looked for a broom and found one near the downstairs bathroom, oh before that I threw my unsalvageable socks in the garbage. So I swept and realized I would not be able to remove all of the grounds with the broom so I looked for the Swifter and found it just inside the garage. There was no wet wipey thing on it, “Where were the wet wipey things?” I automatically looked under the sink and found a new package of them. It was unopened, “Was there an older pack under here?” No. There was nothing I could do but open it and hope Cathy thought she did it herself. After wet wipe was attached I started pushin’ carefully because I had the thought that the moisture would turn the grounds into cold coffee and make a bigger mess. I swifted and it performed better than expected, maybe someday I will do a commercial for this product. I threw the wipey away. Now my work was done, not entirely perfect though because all the evidence she needed to convict was in the garbage can. Sometimes I enjoy living on the edge. I know she watches a lot of “Law and Order” but is she that suspicious? Who knows she may break out the CSI blue light that detects coffee remnants and bag everything in the garbage can and call the Po Po (that‘s slang for the fuzz). I could see myself in Cathy prison for a long time but what‘s new? Dam coffee is good!
Simple things are amusing. Like opening all my gifts and playing with the glass that was on the table on a long ago Christmas morning.
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