I’m an angry cleaner and I always have been. My great grandmother knew it before I did. She said that if you married a woman who cleaned when she was angry then you better not give her a real serious reason to be angry, because she wouldn’t leave any evidence and she’d be ready for visitors – to pay their respect during the mourning period.
Then she cackled and told me my great grandpa had gotten the nurse pregnant and wanted her to raise the baby . She also told me how sorry she was that I had cancer and congratulated me on my marriage to Bob Barker from the game show , “ The Price is Right”.
The only thing she was right about was the cleaning when angry part .
This was a lot to take in when you were 12 years old but I really wanted to see how I fast I could clean my room during a temper tantrum. Maybe I could set a record or something.
The front porch was swept up in a flash and the spotless floor had no idea how much I wanted to do it again .
Tired of frostbite , HD decided to try his luck in the personal ads:
I’m looking to meet the girl who melts my heart . I’m usually the one who is accused of being a little frosty at first but when you get to know me , I’m super chill . I’m not always cool but I wanna meet some gals who are not expecting lukewarm or watered down company . I’m not into curdling but if you think your the cream of the crop, maybe we can make it rain .. snow or sleet. I’ll shake things up for ya. Who’s ready for this milkshake?P.S. It turns out that Susan in accounting is.
Photo by Sandra Cook
”Edith, what on earth are you writing? I swear you are too much! ” Edith’s friend had an abundant, round face that showed how amused she was by Edith’s ardent participation in the re-enactment exercise, cleverly made possible by the owners of the Dracula Travel Train.
Edith however, continued to write furiously.
“I have at last escaped from the Count and am anxiously awaiting the due diligence to deliver me to safety. I must say the locals are not so helpful and forthcoming as previously surmised. Haste is of utmost importance !
Both women were startled by the words of the newest passenger who made his presence known only by flatly stating ” The dead travel fast.”
I would say I hate you
but I hate me more
I drained the bath water then dove headfirst
into remiss or a longing that’s called
a nightmare , the abyss
I siphoned the filth out of my weeping lungs
and choked on my bitter tongue
With that violent chasm
I sputtered half dead
and drowned the last little bit of sad
the proverbial baby and all that jazz
out with the dirty wash I thought you ‘d go
but then I heard you snoring or wheezing or maybe reeling
as I rolled over and smothered that thought
of missing your lips and crushed that last regress
hard pressed though
to shed a tear this time
the wound it’s just too old
with now stone cold fingertips,
I brushed you off
then finally ,you go
Auvoir, kiss, kiss and
It hit me like a brick mess it ran red like that just too quick
when you called me out
for catching the feels
You hated it for me
made yourself leave
but I told you didn’t I
What it was about to be
can I still be
Still be kinda sorry
That it got weird the
instant you stayed
and I kind of liked it
I mean I liked you
when you’d leave