When The Cat’s Away, The Mice Will Play

Quand le chat n’est pas là, les souris dansent 

Cuando el gato no está, bailan los ratones

Wenn die Katze aus dem Haus ist, tanzen die Mäuse

In selecting this title, I learned a Canadian soft porn comedy of a similar name was released in 1972.  You can’t make this stuff up.  Mr. Google says so.  Prior to that, an American short of a similar name was released in 1936 starring Shemp Howard – the forgotten Stooge brother.  Now that we’ve enjoyed translating the Cat’s Away idiom and some movie trivia, shall we move along?

Lulu is a not cat but she is a serious soul.  I need to give her credit for all the stuff she did around here to keep this house in some semblance of clean.  B and I are not mice. Okay, B is not a mouse but I am or maybe I play one on TV.  Wait, that should be I am not a doctor, I just play one on TV.  Pftt, there goes my clutter free mind.

Doh! when a ramble starts off like this you better hold onto your horses.  Or maybe you should hold onto your hat?  Yep, that’s the idiom I am in search of.  Hang on peeps, it’s going to be a bumpy ramble.

Earlier I posted What’s on Tap for Your Labor Day Weekend? in which I wrote of our plans for today.  If you recall, I got the inside.  Boo!  Here are the two main reasons why I do not like to clean my house:

  1. Doing so makes me sweat and I do not like to sweat
  2. I can only clean compulsively, doing so is a never-ending curse

Once I get started, sacrebleu.  No stone goes unturned.  My cleaning theme song is Don’t Stop Me Now!  ❤ Freddy!!

Which is why Lulu was such a big help.  She tidied up like a NORMAL person.  Some of this stuff, well honestly, I am over the top, off the chain, you get the drift ;).

As I was working it, B came inside to get a drink of water … and shortly after he took away my supplies.

B: Jill, what in the hell are you doing?

Me: Cleaning

B: Get off the floor and put the rest of your clothes back on

Me: But Fred said.  Quick! get my phone and take a picture

Lol! He refused to take my picture.  In my defense, I was wearing a dress & drawers, it had hiked up a little sure <avert your eyes>  but too late.  Now that a mental image is branded into your brain, shall we proceed?

I had taken most everything out of the kitchen and filled the dining room table. Next, I finished off a bottle of Spic & Span cleaning the countertops.  While the counters were drying, I wiped down the cabinets.  The only thing wrong in the picture is our old sink.  The original new sink was not the right size (specs were incorrect online).  A different new one is on back order.

I swept and mopped the kitchen floor.  So gross!!!

And that’s when he came in and found me … lying on the floor doing the baseboard.

B: Seriously get up

Me: But the dust bunnies.  We’ve got to get rid of them before we have to start naming them.

He waited as I finished returning everything back to its proper place but not before my diatribe about how we really should move … Really, really we should! … Hey look! Let’s stage the kitchen … isn’t it so CLEAN right now?!?!?  I can call back the realtor guy.

I hardly realized he was moving me toward the couch.  Go on sit a spell.  Hey, I’ve got work to do!  Oh well, never mind. Squirrel.

As always, more to come.



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