Musing on a Love Dare Fantasy. From a friend.
We all have fantasies.
For men this usually encompasses sex. I could describe some scenarios but will leave that to the reader’s imagination. Whatever I wrote would overwhelm some — and most definitely underwhelm most — of you.
Women fantasize about quiet, peace, good food, good wine and bathroom baseboards that aren’t covered with a veneer of toothpaste sprinkled with black dog hair.
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The other day I worked.
A dear friend dropped by and said she wanted to clean my house. I readily agreed after asking my husband if there was enough in the account to compensate her for her time.
You see, she is a straightener and she loves to come in and straighten my life. Along with my cabinets and underwear drawer.
So I went outside to the garage apartment (I love to think of it as “garage” as Elton John sings in Levon.) to write.
A few hours later my friend stuck her head into say goodbye. I went for my checkbook. She said “no” it was a gift.
Now I can receive gifts with the best of them. I love gifts. But to clean my cr@p for free. No way.
She said if I didn’t take it, she was going to cry or beat me up.
(She looked like she could do either easily.)
My husband loves the quote from Broadcast News where William Hurt asked, “What do you do when your life exceeds your wildest dreams?” And Albert Brooks replied, “You keep it to yourself.” …
I should keep this to myself, but I will share proof.
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No folded clothes. You can see the table. (Just to prove there is no touched-up photography, candlesticks are askew and light fixture shorted out.)
See, there are no dishes in sink. Not really like @thepioneerwoman’s kitchen, but nothing really happens in here. Well, on the scale of what happens in her kitchen.
Further proof. If a rifle was pointed at my big toe, I could never, ever make a bed this smooth.
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My friend Love Dared me. Why, I don’t know?
I’m not going to tell you who it is because then you would all try to “friend” her on Facebook — and I’d be stuck with a messy house. FOREVER.
What can we do for a friend in need? I surely won’t be cleaning someone’s house. But I could do something.
What could someone do for you?
Girl, you just hit the lotto in my estimation. I cannot even explain what cleaning the house does to me. I spew acid and spit fire. I scream. I rant. I RAVE. I think having my house cleaned, would be the best gift I could ever receive.
I have always just prayed to be comfortable financially, and though I am still waiting to for that to happen, I think I might include being able to afford someone to come in and vacuum, clean my floors, bathrooms, cabinet faces. Then, I would be truly happy.
I’ve stopped watching for you to tweet new posts and just added your blog to my favorite’s bar. 🙂
Working outside the home full time, I don’t see how you do it all. I kick myself for not being better about training my children. I try with their rooms but everyone needs to help around the house.
I’m looking forward to that book of yours.
I can’t say I fantasize about baseboard (I wish I was that kind of person but I’m not!) but I want to know if I can borrow your friend? (-:
Your home looks so homey (and clean!)
Love the words “Love-Dare.”
Well, it still is somewhat straight a few days later, but the folded clean clothes are making their way out to the dining room table. (The joys of a century-old house with no laundry room.)