Because the feathers tickle...
It's 11:00 in the evening and I have had a long day.
In a moment I'm going to get a bottle of Redpop out of the fridge, and veg out while I visit some of your blogs. I need to catch up.
Speaking of catching up, I'm finally all caught up on responding to your comments! Sorry it took me forever. Feel free to spank me with an empty Shredded Wheat box or something.
I'm still kinda having the blues, but I will be ok.
If you don't have any Shredded Wheat boxes, I will also agree to be spanked with a feather duster.
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**grasps feather duster firmly, takes a couple practice swings, swats Janna on the behind**
That's quite therapeutic.
Travis: Admit it, you've done this before, haven't you?
Redpop?
Coke Zero!
Uh, yeah. I don't think you need a Shredded Wheat box hitting you. Haven't you had enough commercial-product abuse for one year?
I only have those phony Swiffer feather dusters. Will that work?
Careful with that redpop.
I have a genuine ostrich feather duster... hardly ever been used.
I guess I thought that if I had the equipment I might actually dust. I was wrong.
Mr. Fab: One of these days I will try a bottle of Coke Zero.... and I will let you know EXACTLY what I think of it.
Steve: Not even an *empty* shredded wheat box?
Lynda: No! Only the real feathery ones, like the French maids have!
Marilyn: I know exactly what you mean. I sometimes try to trick myself into believing that I MIGHT enjoy cleaning, if only I had this or that....
Bah. Don't believe it.
What makes you say that?
Heehee!
Travis: The look of sadistic glee on your face. That's ok. Go with it. :)
Well, since there was no subsequent post about RedPop bottle trauma, I can only infer that you actually were able to utilize a plastic soda bottle without maiming yourself this time.
Being distracted by Travis flagellating you with feathers probably helped...
Morgen: Well, Travis IS pretty good at that...
I will have to borrow Fab's then.
Lynda: He probably won't mind, as long as we let him watch.
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