The Machine of Death and Misery

I promised the better-half that I’d spend this afternoon after work cleaning the house and doing laundry if he went to the grocery store on the way home. I called him when I got home and told him I had already taken the sheets off the guest bed and would be throwing them in the wash toot-sweet.

Then, I had to put a bill in the bill place on my desk and, well, the internet siren called. Then the cat sat down by my feet and purred and looked incredibly cute. Now, I must drag out The Machine of Death and Misery and vacuum. He’ll be so disappointed that I’ve shattered our quiet time. Little does he realize that I must use The Machine of Death and Misery now because I got out of going to the grocery store this week.

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2 Responses to The Machine of Death and Misery

  1. Amy says:

    My cat hates the machine of death and misery, too. He freaks out when he sees it coming towards him!

    I wish my husband would go grocery shopping for me, but you know what we’d end up with?

    Beer, wine, pretzels, chex mix, more beer, limes, mixers, donuts and a case of V-8.

    Forget about real food…who needs it? *LOL*

  2. Liz says:

    I’d do just about anything to get out of grocery shopping. But I always wait to vacuum when all this critters are outside. I can’t stand to see all the panic and mayhem created by the sweeper. After all these years, I can’t believe they still think I am trying to suck them to death!

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