Cleaning...

Reason why I love my girl: A series of strange objects found during room cleaning.

• Three million coupons, both current and expired, for everything from organic cookies to dish soap, to experimental pasta sauce that disappeared from the market long before the coupon expiration date.
  
• Seeds from three years ago.
  
• sketchbooks full of unicorns, cats, cat-people, unicorn-cats, wizards, witches, wizard-cats...
  
• random bits of twisted rusty metal that are going to give an unsuspecting nigger TETANUS.
  
• canadian dimes everywhere
  
• The little "Enjoy!" note from last October that was once attached to a bottle of water and a folded towel that she once left on the bed for me just in case she didn't see me before I locked myself in our room with timarok.
  
• A box of every single letter I've sent her (and every single one she's sent me), in chronological order.
  
• Loose, random stickers, some of which are coming off their backing.
  
• An empty can that once contained sparkling water that she only keeps around because it came from birkwelch-land.
  
• A ridiuculous number of small notebooks filled cover to cover with writing, phone numbers, quotes, etc. written in that disgustingly neat handwriting I know so well.

*sigh* *affectionate shake of the head*

Whew!

let's see, cleaning like a mad fool since 10 am. Our room is immaculate (vaccuumed and everything... oh, just not dusted - dealing with the throw rugs kicked up enough dust to have the back of my throat itchy for days) and the kitchen floor has been swept. Also the second load of four is happily scrubbing away in the washer, while load one bakes in the dryer. Clean clothes are a fruit. Clean room is also a fruit.

Heading out for a bit shortly (one last dean meeting, where I get the official word handed down), when I get back more sweepage, straightening and laundry. I'm kind of on a cleaning roll today. Kinda nice, getting things accomplished for once instead of laying about with my thumb up my ass and wibbling about shit I should be doing.

Little worried about this meeting, though resigned to my fate either way. Wish me luck.

It's official...

*ahem* Much as I am in complete denial about the whole thing, the verdict is in...

I'm GRAJ'MATATING!!!

Whew. I guess I no longer have to have a personal vendetta against bagpipes now.

Still to panic about: my biofam showing up this weekend, I have to scare up a white outfit, and I have to find my cap and gown!

birkwelch - looks like you'll have to bring the dress pants.

And yet another reason why I love this girl

( This is her idea of a graduation present. )

*shakes head* What sort of sick fuck am I practically married to? :)