*Grunt groan mumble*

Like 99% of you out there, I hate cleaning. I felt that I needed to do something today however, so I chose to scrub the bathroom down. What fun! We only have one bathroom in a house of 3 adults so it can be cantankerous. It doesn't help matters that we're all full of shit.

In any case, after dusting all the doo-dads and cleaning the sink I came to the grand poobah's of cleaning hell. The toilet and shower/tub. Ya know the toilet really isn't too bad. If your stomach isn't a sensitive pussy who reacts to smells with violent retching. Unfortunately my tumtum is a pansy ass. My routine is as follows:

Flush toilet. So far so good.
Spray toilet with bowl cleanser...... *note to everyone, that clorox Teflon crap is from SHIT*
Flush again. Hey, I CAN do this!
Grab a rag and start scrubbing the seat, lid and inside the bowl. *Gag*
*Hold breath* Scrub scrub scrub scrub. Flush. *look away and suck in a giant gulp of air*
*Hold breath* Scrub scrub. Flush. All done! *wipe tears from eyes and take a breath*

The tub is what sucks the most. Being a fat ass and having to get on the tile floor, on my knees, and scrub is NOT fun. But I do it. I had the bright idea to try one of those new 'miracle' products. I chose *drumroll please* Mr. Clean "Effaceur Magique".



I think these companies need to be hogtied and bludgeoned with a wiffle-ball bat. I mean WTF do they test these things on? I just don't understand.

Hallelujah I'm finished with it. I'll wait a few hours, throw some eggs in a pan for dinner and do my best to avoid the old man. And yes, my leg muscles still have the consistency of guitar strings.

On a sidenote, I forgot to mention in yesterday's blog something funny that happened. While on the way home the Mother unit and I were riding around and got lost. We ended up pulling into a boat ramp to turn around and saw the Calhoun county sheriff sitting there. I have no clue what he was doing, perhaps something 'official' like picking his nose. We pulled up and asked him for directions and his reply was...... "Well hell, I'm not doing anything right now. Follow me and I'll take you on through Elloree and to Santee." I thought gee, that's nice. Then he laughs and says, "I'll try not to drive too fast for you." OOOO a challenge!

Yeah, we were doing about 70 in a 55. I figure that Andy Griffith wannabe was pretty ok in my book. So I'm marking it on the calendar...... my first police escort. Heh, sweet.