Desperate Vampires…

Yesterday…I know…I always seem to start out that way…but…honestly…I write early in the morning…nothing has happened yet…unless…teeth brushing and bed making…are worthy of blogs…well…probably not…so…I’ll stick with…

Yesterday…I was appreciating how nice the kitchen looked…as…I was making lunch…then…my thoughts wandered over to the…futileness…of cleaning the kitchen…it seems that no matter how often I clean it…someone’s always eating something and messing it right back up…unfortunately…I live alone…so…you can probably figure out…who that someone is…yep…the same someone who has to clean it up again…

Anyway…those thoughts…soon…had me contemplating other seemingly futile tasks…laundry…quickly came to mind…now…to me…laundry is on the top of the list…of those…never really get them done…chores…I mean…really…no matter how much I stuff into the machine…I’ve always got something on…that’s essentially…dirty…

Well…you might anticipate where my thoughts went next…I could do the laundry in the nude…that would solve that problem…I’ve heard of women who do that…thankfully…I’ve never visited any of them…on…wash day…but…I have heard of them…

Now…after more contemplation…I figure…in order to join them in getting all my laundry done at the same time…I would first have to meet up with Barnabas Collins…for a little neck chomping session…

Why…you might ask…elementary…my dear Watson…vampires…can’t see themselves…in every mirror they walk by…hmmm…now that I think about it…I might like being a vamp…who knows…

Jane

PS…and…thank you…Bertha…for challenging me to join the twenty-first century…and write about…vampires…I told you I could do it…well…okay…I did it…kinda…sorta…but…I was close…hey…that counts…doesn’t it…

Bertha…says…this isn’t horseshoes…geez…