I found this humorous link about cleaning via Rachel Ann. I especially like #13...

13. I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.

A vacuum you can ride on? Now THAT would make housework fun. Hell, I'd volunteer to vacuum friends' and neighbors' houses just to get more time in with the vacuum...

Science...you need to get on this RIGHT AWAY!

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During my third year of college I lived in an overpriced yet kind of crappy apartment complex. The rent was a little steep but I had my own bedroom so I didn't dare complain too much. The girl that lived in the loft didn't have walls...I was better off than her at least. That year was also the year the management decided to repaint the complex. It took month after month to finish all the buildings...but this single story made living there worth while...

Early one bright and sunny morning the crew taped plastic over my top floor window and prepared to paint the street side of the building. Of course, they started at the top. This meant they placed a VERY high ladder against the building, and it went right past my window. Where there is a ladder, there is a painter...

Come about 8am my alarm clock goes off, simultaneously playing loud pop music and irritating beeps. I reached over and hit snooze...meanwhile, the guy outside jumped 3 feet and spent the next 5 minutes cussing up a storm in Spanish. I snuggled back into bed and dozed until the snooze went off. I reached over and hit snooze again...and the guy outside jumped a couple of feet and swore up and down he almost fell of the ladder and died. I giggled to myself and snuggled back in bed...my Spanish sucked but I could understand enough to know he didn't know where the noise was coming from and was thoroughly pissed off about it. Nine minutes later, the snooze went off again... I was full on laughing at this point... he was still startled by the alarm... He was yelling to other guys in the crew that their joke wasn't funny anymore... which of course made it that much funnier to me... But I felt kind of bad so I turned off the alarm and went to take a shower.

Later, wrapped in a towel, I walked back into my room and just remembering it made me laugh...I damn near killed the guy with my alarm clock!

I told you I hate mornings...enough to kill...

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Now we all know what these are...But I was recently enlightened by one man's struggle with them...in church...whhaa?

In my state of shock, verging on disapproval...I gave him a look...

He quickly threw up his hands and protested..."It's the pants! It's the pants! It's the dress pants! The fabric and the way it rubs...I can't help it!"

I raised an eyebrow, he continued...

"It happens to lots of guys...didn't you know?"

No, I didn't know...and I didn't really understand either...until I thought about what it is like to sit at a nice dinner, primped just so, cast in the image of society's good girl...wearing no panties under my skirt... Mmmm - What a lovely, tingly thought ... I just can't help but get more turned on as the night goes on.

Now I get it...

Oh, and he told me that it happens at work now too because of the new khakis...hehehe... Is that a ruler in your pocket or are you just trying to get a raise? Cuz I don't swing that way, Son...

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