Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Not amused
If I had 50 children and all of them were girls, I never would’ve named one of them Rhoda.
First grade, I’m carrying my assignment to the teacher:
Rhoda: “Why is she hiding her paper?”
Teacher: “She’s ashamed of her handwriting.”
Dyslexia was known by another name at the time. It was called, “You’re lazy.”
I was not amused.
Of all the inventions during the past 50 years, I love my computer the most. It’s not necessary to explain your handwriting when Tahoma 12 looks the same, no matter which computer you use.
Is it possible for people who have lousy handwriting to be lousy at folding laundry, too?
My laundry day looks like this:
In my defense, sheets are going to be on the bed next week anyway, so why bother?
And then there’s ironing …
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I can count on the fingers of one hand the times I’ve ironed in the past 30 years. It requires hand-eye coordination.
If I miss when I’m throwing darts (at a picture of my 1st grade teacher), someone else gets the point. I have a scar where the point of an iron burned my upper knee.
That’s what happens when you’re sitting on a sofa and have the ironing board down to the level of your knees.
I was not amused.
We won’t talk about how many ways people who hate ironing try to rush through it.
This is the only kind of ironing I will ever do again
I do that through writing.
…and then there’s house work.
Spiders eat flies, so spider webs are my friends.
My floor is the same color as dirty sand for a reason. What I can’t see, I don’t have to clean.
If dishes are in a dollar store plastic pail the size of my sink, they can be soaking for a week. At least they’re somewhere safe.
I mop when the dog has an accident on the floor. Eventually the entire floor gets cleaned.
When people want to come over, I say, “No.”
I’d rather write a book than cook.
One week, I’ll make a pot of spaghetti, or beef stew, or blackeyed peas and rice with turkey ham, or anything else that doesn’t take a lot of time and effort.
And that’s what I eat every night for the entire week.
Want me to make a Turkey dinner for Thanksgiving?
Publix does a great job. All I have to do is heat it up the next day and bring it over to your house.
I’m not amused when people insist on a home-cooked meal at my house. The answer is still, “No.”
Family, I don’t worry about. They refuse to come anywhere near my humble home.
I trained them well.
I wish I could be like you, Joelle. My OCD nature comes out with cleaning and now, with anxiety about health, I am being a bit compulsive especially about my bathrooms.
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We all have our inner “demons.” We eventually learn to live with them. I find joy in making fun of them. 🙂
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What a perfect way to live. Do as you like not what others want you to do.
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Except for the cats. The cats rule the house. 🙂
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That’s their prerogative. 😂
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Hi Joelle, LOL that’s a fun to read from the start to the end😂😂 Laundry, Cooking, Ironing, cleaning You are perfectly not interested to do any of this😄😉👌 You are the queen ☺️ wait 🤔 I missed the cat 😸😸 They trained you so well. So you trained your family also.😄😉 Love the way you look at things in a fun way ✍️
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Thanks. 🙂
Humor is the insecticide against insanity. Is there such a word as insanticide? 🙂
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Ha ha ha 😂😜 not really, but infanticide exist 😜😜
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Infanticide? Here, it’s called “legal abortion.” It’s sort of like calling genocide “population reduction.”
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Thanks Joelle ☺️ for the information. I was not aware of that part.
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I was making a play on words. Insecticide is used to kill insects. When I said insanticide, I was making a joke about creating an insecticide for insanity. My apologies for the misunderstanding.
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Oh my god, Joelle ☺️ I have not misunderstood. I have understood, and I wanted to give a normal reply Instead of my yet to discover or useless jokes😄 😁 please don’t say big words. I respect you.
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LOL! No worries. I’ve told more than a few useless jokes in my time. 🙂
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Ironing clothes can be dangerous. My mother left the iron on one day, went somewhere. When she returned, the ironing board cover was smoldering. I don’t even want to think about the reason for the warning label, “Don’t iron clothes while wearing them.”
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It’s sort of like the warning label on hair dryers that said, “Do not use in the shower.” 🙂
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I feel ya–me and laundry are always at cross purposes. Especially sheets (fitted sheets suck) and underwear. My dad always had me fold his underwear and put it up. I just threw mine in a drawer, never folded it. My feeling was nobody’s gonna see it, so who freaking cares?
I don’t make my bed properly, either, only when the sheets first go on. Otherwise, that’s what that thick comforter’s for–I just pull it over the wrinkled mess and call it a morning.
Frankly this sums things up quite nicely for me: https://memeguy.com/photos/images/housework-disney-style-185108.jpg
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Comforters have probably saved many a mother’s sanity. 🙂
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