Saturday, October 27, 2007

Born to Clean the Shower

Now, you see? Things could be worse. I could be Sting.

Ozzy Osborne said that. I can't help but love him.

But what I meant was, I could still be back in Los Angeles, unable to breathe. Like Marie Osmond.

I certainly have dropped a lot of names today.

Instead, I am here, in continually rainy North Carolina. Today we are going to clean the house. I am going to clean the bathtub in the way that a friend of dcrmom's told us about on her blog. You have no idea how excited I am to try this method.

Remember when I used to do things like go to bars and tie my bra on my head for excitement? Of course you don't. You have only ever known me as dull, spendless June. Well, trust me. Cleaning the shower did not used to be my weekend highlight.

Last night, we went to a free Halloween celebration at the planetarium. In the room where they show the stars and planets on the ceiling, they were showing The Twilight Zone.

The only problem with this is that I had never been to the planetarium before and I wanted to look at everything, including Bubba the black snake, who inexplicably lives there. But the girl running the whole show was dying to get us right in that room and make us watch The Zone right away. I'm all, "Hang on, sister! Let me look at Bubba, would you?" But you have to be NICE here because everybody KNOWS everybody, so the person I snap at at the planetarium ends up being the principal's daughter or something and then Marvin would get fired. Or whatever.

Anyway, it was a good version of The Zone -- and how annoyed are you that I keep calling it The Zone? -- and when it was over, we got a bag of candy. There were SweetTarts (my personal favorite), Hershey bars, bubble gum that immediately lost its flavor and a "Born to Recycle" tattoo.

Nothing says tough like a "Born to Recycle" tattoo.

I will let you know how the shower cleaning goes. I hope you can stand the suspense.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am in Los Angeles and having no trouble breathing. However, personable Richard of global arts fame is giving me issues when I try to make coffee. You have no idea how difficult it is to make coffee here. Now I will be attempting to make it to Kelly Garret's place so we can have our Brentwood caper, but I know Richard will be charging me 8.72 since he'll have to open the door for me when I return. And that's just because he has a weird lock and the key is a one-of-a-kind, so there is no spare to loan me. Not that I would want the spare, since then I would just worry about losing it somewhere while having a a good lunch with Kelly and Grandma. (Maybe Grandma will show me her Princess Di book collection again...)

Ok, off to the 405! Don't you miss LA?

Anonymous said...

After being inspired by June, I have visions of people all over the world cleaning their showers today. By the way it is raining in Michigan too.

Anonymous said...

Okay....are you going to spill the beans about how to clean the shower???

Anonymous said...

I'm an Ozzy Fan myself... Loved "The Osbournes", at least the first season, which is the only one I watched. Can't wait to hear how the shower cleaning went.

My afternoon was spent with my 9, almost 10 year old daughter conducting a science fair experiment. So, to me, cleaning the shower sounds like fun!

But I can't believe you wanted to LOOK at Bubba the black snake! EW!

June Cutoff Cash said...

Anonymous, I linked you to the post where the woman tells you how to do it. See where the text is gray, above, where it says "friend of dcr mom's"? Click that.

Musings of a Housewife said...

So how did it go?? I really do need to try that. Sigh.

June Cutoff Cash said...

Oooo, it looks good in that shower, dcr! I got very wet, tho, with the rinsing. Had to throw my sweatpants in the dryer. And I only have one pair of sweats, so that wasn't good.

But man, is it clean. I attribute it to the Brillo pads.