Showing posts with label Dad is a junk collecter in da extreme. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sunday...

And we should be resting but not here...mom found a spot in da corner of da office behind a table where Zippy haf been peeing-A LOT. So, she moved da table and pre-treated wif enzyme and today she is shampooing da whole carpet. Dad is upset, not about da pee but because mom is moving his stuff! Yeah, she's gotta move everything to one side and shampoo den put a fan on it to dry faster den move everything to da other side and, well, shampoo, rinse, repeat. She sed she might as well finish washing da walls in der too since she's gotta move stuff. She told dad it would be nice if he would get rid of some of his bulbs dat he sed he was going to TWO years ago and he agreed, he is outta room. Mom hafn't seen one whole side of da basement for years because dad haf stuff stacked almost floor to ceiling (not dat da ceiling is dat high) down der. Der is not even a path to walk thru. This is very frustrating to mom because she is somewhat of a neat-nik. She doesn't collect stuff and always was organized until dad lost his mind (and found E-bay) and started on a downward spiral of buy, buy, buy, buy, sell, buy buy buy...mom sez he prolly bawt 100 bulbs to effury one dat he sold. Dey is in da basement, da office, da bedroom, da broom closet...even da kitchen. Der is stuff in da living room dat he bawt and hafn't even opened yet. Den der is all da stuff from da restaurant dat is in da basement and da garage. He was gonna haf an auction 10 years ago and get rid of it. Not so much. Anyone interested in a institutional size pizza oven wif a brand new slate? How about some nice vinyl booths or some tables? A double glass door cooler?