Maid in Mexico

Good morning to ya. It is nice and early and I have nothing major to report today. I have a buddy coming to visit tomorrow and I have to clean my condo like you could not believe. I used to have a maid, and now that I don’t, I never knew how dirty everything got. I mean where does it all come from? I have dustballs rolling like tumble weeds from under my couch. I can’t stand it.

I’ll tell you how bad it is. I bought those incredible Swiffer things, and I can do half my floor and use and entire pad. There is so much dirt and dust on the damn thing I have to go and clean it off before I can go and start the other side. The odd thing is that if you look at my floor they look shiny and clean. I have hardwood, by the way.

Once I get over the Eastwood Western going-on on my floor, there is all the dust I have to deal with. It seems that no matter how well I dust I am just pushing it from one side to the other. I just can’t seem to win that war. I guess I need some advice from Bush, since he seems to know the secrets about winning wars.

On top on the floors and the dusting, I still have to do about 2 weeks worth of laundry and clean my bedroom and bathroom. Did I mention my friend is coming tomorrow? Man, I love procrastination. I think I may go to the mall after work and get me some new shoes. I have wanted some Pumas and I have been going to the gym all this week, so I may just go get me some.

I guess the point of this little ramble is hire a Mexican and you’ll have more time to shop for new shoes. Blanca I miss you, where ever you are????

Peace,
DeMo