fredag, januari 27, 2006

Reason #38 For Not Cleaning

In the process of a deep dig out of three bedrooms and just as many closets I do believe I have managed to give away a large portion of my work attire that I had also set aside for dry cleaning.
This is a problem. I am one step away from the absent-minded professor with a closet lined with five days worth of the the same outfit. I like to look good, but I hate dealing with the process. So, as one that has kept things fairly bare-boned with only a few items ever making the cut and half of them now gone, I am stuck in my retro 70's weekend fare: Gap low rise jeans and Target ribbed turtlenecks. Same styles, four different colors.

I cannot bring myself to go out and buy any office-friendly things right now. I don't have the time or the spare change. I am inclined to wait it out until Spring allows me to drag a box of clothes off the shelf and repopulate that way. Perhaps if I change my hair color every week, people will not notice the clothes. "There's something different about you. Now, don't tell me..."

It's only about 12 weeks. All I have to do is make sure the reds don't clash with the turtlenecks. How exactly does one dye eyebrows?


Anonymous Keith said...

The beauty of falling behind is that it gives you the ability to see further into the future when you do look up. Not that this is of any help, of course. Your washing machine is still going to break down, in spite of any false fortune telling abilities I may suddenly believe I have.

For at least two years now I've been trying to buy corn starch when I go to the grocery store, so that I can make gravy. I don't really know how to make gravy, but if there's some sort of meat juice left after the roast is finished, I know I can add corn starch and it'll turn into something thicker that my son and I can pretend is gravy.

So yesterday, after two years of trying, I finally remembered to buy corn starch. There would be gravy! I bragged about it to the boy.

"You bought another box of corn starch?" the boy said.

"What do you mean?"

"You just bought one when we went shopping on Wednesday. Dad, it's only been a couple of days. You're losing your mind."

"Maybe, but at least we'll have gravy."

"I don't even like gravy."

"That's because you've never actually ever had it. Hey look!" I said, opening the cupboard. "Cornstarch!"

I was kidding, of course. I knew there were two boxes in there. I suppose, though, that next week the third box will take me completely by surprise.

10:19 fm  

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