OK, so there’s a certain allure to spending the weekend at a suburban inn, cutting loose with an academic presentation and then coasting through the weekend, sleeping when you like and watching Office Space (for the first time) just ’cos it’s on TV. But who can stay away from a daughter who spends Sunday diligently cleaning out the kitchen?
Notice the sign above the counter: now, that’ll keep us from messing things up again.
Then again, this is from the same wonderful daughter who painted for herself this sign:
I have a photo of a bag of leftovers from our Mexican restaurant; I’d post it, but the contrast is too low. Pippa wrote on the bag, “This means you! If you eat my food, I have to deal with you - Pippa.”
No one ate her food, I assure you.
Posted by AKMA at February 22, 2004 11:59 PM | TrackBackI could sure use that "Work now Play later advice! Tell Pippa I spent EXTRA time cleaning my kitchen this morning. (Now I'm playing!)
Posted by: NTA at February 23, 2004 07:38 AMSorry Pippa, (I misquoted you. Yours is much better. I'm being happy!
Posted by: NTA at February 23, 2004 07:40 AMWow... countertops. Tell Pippa I'm impressed; that's serious archaeology.
Do you think she'd like to help with your office? (^_^)
Posted by: Jane Ellen at February 23, 2004 10:41 AMpippa told me that she was cleaning the kitchen - but i had NO IDEA! GO PIPPA!
Posted by: heather at February 24, 2004 06:22 PM