Showing posts with label snoopervise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snoopervise. Show all posts
Monday, February 27, 2017
Cyndi Takes Charge
Cyndi: All right, everyone, listen up! Today is going to be a good day around here. There will be no bad behavior, no knocking things to the floor for Jan to not pick up, no breaking anything, no accidents, no arguments, definitely no fighting, and no backtalk! Understood?
Buddy: Don't you think you are overstepping your place, Cyndi? You aren't in charge here!
Cyndi: I am snoopervisor for today! So pull up your britches, slap a smile on your face, and try to behave for just one day!
Buddy: What's the occasion? Are we expecting a visitor?
Cyndi: This house is a mess! Marcus, roll the vacuum out of the closet. No, never mind, you'll just waste time chasing and biting it. Instead, grab the broom. Buddy, can you reach the sink to wash the dishes?
Buddy: What?
Cyndi: Merci, tie a duster around your tail and dust the low furniture, such as books and bookshelves. Taylor, find the small duster and do the taller furniture. Percy, since you and Rusty knocked many of the small items off the desk onto the floor, you can pick things up from the floor and put them back where they belong. Micah, you can stand by and use the dishwater Buddy splashes to mop the kitchen floor. There's a brand new mop near the sink.
Buddy: And what will you do?
Cyndi: I will supervise. Otherwise, Marcus will play bitey with the broom and the rest of you will goof off.
Buddy: What's the occasion? Are we expecting guests?
Cyndi: I hope not! The house needs a good cleaning.
Buddy: Cleaning is Jan's job.
Cyndi: But Jan has been sick for over a week and someone has to whip this place into shape. It's looking more and more like a used tissue factory. Do you want Jan to get well?
Buddy: Of course I do.
Cyndi: Then let's help her so she can concentrate on getting well. Then we can go back to being slobs again and Jan can return to being our servant.
Buddy: Okay, when you put it that way. I'm tired of listening to her coughing and honking. I haven't had a decent night's sleep since she got sick.
Cyndi: None of us have, so let's surprise her. The idea of Marcus wielding a broom and Micah mopping the floor makes me laugh. Perhaps it will have the same effect on Jan.
Buddy: And Jan keeps saying laughter is good medicine. Cyndi, you're brilliant.
Cyndi: I know. But remind me of that when Marcus sweeps the dirt under the washing machine, or Percy yells "lawsuit" because Merci hit him in the snoot with her duster, or Micah claims he should be on Disability because he slipped on some soapy water.
Buddy: I guess your job is harder than mine. I think I'll go wash some dishes so Micah can swab the floor.
Many of you know our old friends Dezi & Raena - service cats to their mom Audra, who is disabled but spunky. Back in January they did a post on some expensive dental work Audra needs to alleviate pain and infection. This is not cosmetic; it is a serious health and pain issue. We decided to share a link to their first post on the subject - Put That Finger In My Mouth and See What Happens. The post contains links to their youcaring fundraiser and to their paypal. If you could spare a few dollars, it would really help toward the first step in the journey. And please pray for them and their needs.
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disabled,
fundraiser,
housecleaning,
Sick List,
snoopervise
Monday, September 26, 2016
Great Eggshell Riot
Percy: Sit still, Marcus! I'm getting dizzy watching you.
Marcus: I can't sit still. Too much to do. I've got to snoopervise Jan. She can't accomplish anything without me.
Percy: That's odd. I was under the impression she can't accomplish anything with you underfoot.
Marcus: I've got to pick up poop in the yard, scoop the litter pans, get the coffee ready to brew --
Percy: You don't do any of those things. Ripping the trash bag when Jan tries to take it out of the house is more your brand of help. Remember the eggshell fiasco in the living room Saturday? That was your idea of help.
Marcus: Well, I made sure those eggs shells were dead!
Percy: You mean you made sure they were spread.
Marcus: Spread. Dead. What's the difference? Jan had nothing to fear from them after I showed them who's boss.
Percy: She had nothing to fear from them before you ripped a hole in the trash bag as she walked by.
Marcus: You don't know that. Haven't you heard of the Great Eggshell Riot of 1923?
Percy: No. And neither have you!
Marcus: Well, I could have -
Percy: - if eggshells could riot.
Marcus: I can't sit still. Too much to do. I've got to snoopervise Jan. She can't accomplish anything without me.
Percy: That's odd. I was under the impression she can't accomplish anything with you underfoot.
Marcus: I've got to pick up poop in the yard, scoop the litter pans, get the coffee ready to brew --
Percy: You don't do any of those things. Ripping the trash bag when Jan tries to take it out of the house is more your brand of help. Remember the eggshell fiasco in the living room Saturday? That was your idea of help.
Marcus: Well, I made sure those eggs shells were dead!
Percy: You mean you made sure they were spread.
Marcus: Spread. Dead. What's the difference? Jan had nothing to fear from them after I showed them who's boss.
Percy: She had nothing to fear from them before you ripped a hole in the trash bag as she walked by.
Marcus: You don't know that. Haven't you heard of the Great Eggshell Riot of 1923?
Percy: No. And neither have you!
Marcus: Well, I could have -
Percy: - if eggshells could riot.
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eggshells,
snoopervise,
trash
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