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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 2:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 2:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 3:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 3:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:04 pm
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I'll paint you mornings of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings...
Yeah... My mom is pretty a**l about cleaning. My dad wants to say it's the way she was brought up. She doesn't like dusting with JUST a feather duster or taking a cloth and wiping things down.
No! Ohhh no. She has to do BOTH. There's some wood in the house that's not meant to be wiped down with Windex (which is what she uses).
She berated me the other day about not doing that.
Another story dad told me: When he had installed the light in the kitchen (again, before I was even thought of), a lot of junk from the attic came falling into the house and coated everything with dust. He went through the house and cleaned EVERYTHING. Mom comes home, looks around and goes, "Huh, more light."
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@Kusa: Funny thing, my mom is pleasant to strangers and people who aren't family. I mean, for heaven's sake, she EXPECTS dinner to be on the table when she gets home. The majority of the time, my dad and I have no idea as to what we want for dinner, so she comes home all grouchy.
Though we're strangers till now, We're choosing a path between the stars.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:27 pm
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Chexley I'll paint you mornings of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings...Yeah... My mom is pretty a**l about cleaning. My dad wants to say it's the way she was brought up. She doesn't like dusting with JUST a feather duster or taking a cloth and wiping things down.
No! Ohhh no. She has to do BOTH. There's some wood in the house that's not meant to be wiped down with Windex (which is what she uses).
She berated me the other day about not doing that.
Another story dad told me: When he had installed the light in the kitchen (again, before I was even thought of), a lot of junk from the attic came falling into the house and coated everything with dust. He went through the house and cleaned EVERYTHING. Mom comes home, looks around and goes, "Huh, more light."
stare
@Kusa: Funny thing, my mom is pleasant to strangers and people who aren't family. I mean, for heaven's sake, she EXPECTS dinner to be on the table when she gets home. The majority of the time, my dad and I have no idea as to what we want for dinner, so she comes home all grouchy. Though we're strangers till now, We're choosing a path between the stars.
I don't know it I would have survived that house. I can't stand chores and I never really did a good job with them in the long run. I think I got it from my mom.
Edit: Also... ROLAND *Flying huggle-cling*
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:46 pm
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