Friday, January 12, 2007

Thinking in bed

Today is Friday, just in case you hadn’t noticed. It’s also my fourth day of being bored and grumpy. All due to the many joys of womanhood, or at least that one.

I was going to do productive things today. Last night, I made grandiose plans to do the dishes and vacuum and… well, I even thought of dusting. I even wrote a list, with little boxes where I could cross things out as I did them. The first challenges to my wondrous plan reared their ugly heads (big ones, with bad skin) early this morning, when I realised that I’m still un-domestic and a little bit lazy. I was kinda hoping that I’d sleep it off. But I didn’t.

About a hundred years ago, or something along those lines, someone invented a bed that would wake you up in the morning by turning 45 degrees. That way, your feet would hit the floor without any actual bodily effort whatsoever, and you could just go about your business. Maybe I should get one of those? The only problem is that my dog sneaks into my bed in the wee hours of the morning, and that whole tipping-thing might be a bit much for her. She’s a nice pooch, but she’s got mighty big teeth.

It might turn out like that time mum slugged dad in the middle of the night, because she dreamt that he was trying to shove me into the stove.


furiousBall said...

ahh yes, the bedapault.

wait your mom dreamt that your father was cooking you? what sides was he going to serve with you?

Jazz said...

He was probably gonna serve her with baked baby potatos, a nice salad and maybe some glazed carrots.

That's what I'd do... :p

mist1 said...

Which of the many joys of womanhood are you referring too? Shoe shopping?

ticknart said...

Was it just a simple joy of maidenhood?

Did two knights tilt for you? Was their blood spilt for you?

Frank Marcopolos said...

i prefer the jetsons contraption that clothes, showers, and feeds you without you ever having to move.

choochoo said...

Furiousball - I don't know. She didn't say. However, I've always liked a small salad with my meat.

Jazz - baby carrots, of course. And I might get you first, you know. Just sayin'

Mist1 - shoe shopping never, ever makes me bored or grumpy. Quite the opposite.

Ticknart - if knights woke me up to early in the morning, there would be blood spilling, yes.

brooklyn frank - Oooooh, I've gotta get me one of those:D

Jocelyn said...

That bed sounds like something in a Wallace and Gromit cartoon. And dusting is waaaaaaaaaaaaay overrated. The dust will just be back, so why not accept it now?

choochoo said...

Jocelyn - that's pretty much the same attitude that I have towards showeling my driveway, as well.