Life, and nothing but

[la_rainette]

Life, as explained by Froglet's friend Leah: "first you're a baby, then you're a toddler, then you're a kid, then you're a grown-up, then you're a grandma, and then, when you're really really really *takes deep breath* really really (...and three more breaths and a lot more really's later...) old, you die".

Please note that she's well informed enough to know that the life expectancy for women is much higher than for men, for grand-dads seems to be sorely missing in action in her analysis of the situation.


In other news, this morning, I was watching my Beautiful Toe Nails with such delighted self-absorbsion that I walked into a door. Tadpole was very amused: "again-again-again!", she demanded, and then cried when I refused to knock myself out again. *grumble grumble* Am considering taking "taupe-less showgirl" stuff off my toes, it is too much of a distraction, really. Also, the cat bit my big toe yesterday, she never does that usually.

Also: French manicure? Are you pulling my leg, or what? I mean, who wants to have their nails to get painted in nail colours? Not the French, uh-uh. I would feel so cheated. I mean, what's the point, really?

(OK, so this is a very useless post, and I am actually procrastinating, because I have major housework to do, and I'd rather sit in front of the computer and feel guilty than grab a mop. My mum's arriving on Sunday for a whole month and I am so not ready...)

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_skye_/]

No, no, this is strategy! I know, because I use this one, too:

First, distract yourself from work. Oooohh, very good: you're a natural.

Second, realize you have one day left and run around like a chicken with it's head cut off, cleaning and stuffing things in drawers. Done? No? Doesn't matter: she's here already!

Stop cleaning, and make with the Hostessing.

See? Intense chaos for a short time beats long, drawn-out pain. It's the pull-a-bandaid-off-quick theory of housecleaning, kthnks!

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

:D oh, yes, that's a very sound strategy. Actually, my hope is that if I procrastinate just about enough, Husband, who is much more concerned about the house being perfectly clean in this case because it is MY MUM (and she's used to MY MESS, so I don't care that much), will do all the cleaning, and I'll be left filing my nails prettily until I can paint them taupe-less showgirl any colour that won't make me walk into a door.

Unfortunately, the week-end up to her arrival is so filled up with Stuff To Do that he's not going to be able to finish on his own. I'm going to have to help out. *grabs mop morosely*

Oh, crap. I'll open up a good bottle of wine, that'll make her happy, and husband can vacuum while we get smashed, how does that sound? :D

[http://users.livejournal.com/_skye_/]

Sounds like I REALLY need to move to Canada, where you all are having much more fun!

PS. I'm a Vamp Red girl, myself.

[seshat1.livejournal.com]

I mean, who wants to have their nails to get painted in nail colours?

So true *laughs*

Paint them different colours for every nail :D

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

:D That's an interesting idea!