Ode of Silliness to Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser

This has been a really good weekend.
To quote my Jed Clampett- clone father,
"If it were any better,
I couldn't stand it."

I did nothing significant.
Which I loved.
I puttered around my house.
MY house.
I'm smiling over here
at the word "MY".

I liked cleaning my house yesterday.
Trying to keep that
"new house" smell going for as long as I can.
It's like that intoxicating "new car" smell
when you go test a car...
is it the lack of french fries on the floor
or the missing finger smudges on the windows
that makes ya feel like you just gotta have that new car
and your life would feel like a hollywood movie stars'?

I dunno.
These are questions that come to my noggin tho
and must be sent out into the Universe, okay?

Back to my house.
I like cleaning it.
I like Mrs. Meyers' cleaning products.
Alot.
And I think the person that invented
Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser (if there is in fact, no Mr. Clean)
should win the Nobel Peace Prize,
or
get to be President of the United States of America.
I hope whomever they are, Mr. Clean or not--
I hope they are RICH.

I hope they have bags of money laying around the
Mr. Clean Mansion.

Because it is my earnest opinion
that little sponge is the best thing
since the PC.
Someone had to say it.
It's been coming a long time.
May as well be me.

That little white sponge is a miracle worker,
you know it is!
I love how you can use it death.
You know how it just dissolves into a squashed flat piece of nothing
when you have cleaned every thing in sight?!
I love that!

I love how it cleans the fridge door handle.
And under the stove hood thingy.
And scuffs off the porcelain sink.
And dirt scum rings in the tub.
And
And
heavens,
is there anything it can't clean?

I was so amazed at how awesome it is,
I actually sent a package of them to a friend
who lived in Germany
when the product first showed up here in the States
about 7 years ago.

Anyway,
I cleaned my house.
And I did nothing after that.

Because Mr. W and Joseph were away camping this weekend
and I didn't want to mess up my spotless kitchen--
the girls and I ate "raisin bran" for lunch
and a frozen pizza for dinner.
On paper plates.

And we stayed up way too late
watching silly videos on the PC together.
And I slept in the middle of the bed.
Not on "my side"--
but took over the whole king-sized planet of comfort.
No snort snort snorting to disturb my sleep.
Ahhhh.

So basically,
I was nearly spoiled rotten all weekend
by having the two Mr.'s both simultaneously
IN and OUT of my days.

And to top it off,
it's been raining every day here in the Springs
which my yard just soaks up--
it's no longer "the house with the dead yard"--
the green blades of new grass have poked up
and the orange day lily blooms are bustin' open
as well as the white shasta daisies and pink sweet williams...
so I shout out to the Universe for the woman who thought to plant these beauties
long before I got here:
THANK YOU! I love them!




I read this on a kids' t-shirt last week
and I am still lovin' it:

How You Do Anything
Is How You Do  Everything


The person that thought that up,
should also be rich. and famous.
hold on while I google it...
yep, found that person!
Cheri Huber...hope you're fantastically wealthy!

Hey, I'm just a generous person is all.
Lift as You Climb--
that's on the Caboose's piano teacher's mantel.

Okay Okay,
I'm done.