Magpie and Muttonfly

Should you decide to take advantage of a few hours of sunshine, and jump right into Spring cleaning, do be cautious–it’s a job fraught with peril. You could throw baggies in a drawer and cut your finger on the edge of the Saran wrap box … get a little carried away cleaning the toilet seat, slip, and ram your finger into the neighboring cabinet … attempt to hang the shower curtain and lose a metal hook atop your head …try to wring a mop head only to decapitate the sucker, thus sloshing water every which way but in the bucket  … bruise every surface of your body trying to move a bed … attempt to get the handheld vacuum cord untangled and slap yourself silly with the nozzle. The coup de grace? Slip on Febreze that’s settled to the floor in the laundry room and fall to the ground.

That, my friends, is the time it would behoove  you to call it a day.  Simply get up, collect any sort of dignity you may have hanging, and limp off to bed.  Otherwise, you may be tempted to have the mother of all meltdowns–throwing a tantrum worthy of a three year old. And let’s be serious: God don’t like ugly.