So as I was cleaning the bathroom for the 47th time this year (you know, since it's the 47th week of the year of our lord 2009), it finally dawned on me why Lord B has never joined this whole social networking/blogging revolution ... me! Peeps, you know I am a wretched and spiteful leetle shrew! I would totally take advantage of the public forum of a Facebook wall or even Twitter updates to nag my fool head off. Of course, being a genteel lady, my delivery would be exquisite. Please enjoy this morning's haiku ode to Lord B:
the bathroom unclean
the groceries are not done
pick up your gotchies
In fairness, Lord B is a darn good hubby. Just maybe... a little, uh, lacking in the follow-through? Does anyone else have a lovely haiku they'd like to share today? I give thee carte blanche to totally zing me for my shrewishness. In fact, I think I'll work on that right now. Y'know, instead of my pehpahs. The Procrastinatrix shall rise again! :)
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I got one! I am carrying my theme from my morning post regarding Breaky and Lunch for my chilrun and MrBP. I have realized that I speak this haiku to them every morning!
breakfast is ready
please put away your dishes
don't forget your lunch
Good Fun, LadyB!
You're a bit hard on yourself, you are not a wretched shrew. LordB should pick up his gotchies!
No haiku to share, but will definitely be tellin my hubby to pick up his gotchies!!
thanks for a laugh this afternoon!!
and you're not a shrew at all...
fiance, my dear
your socks need folding again
do I ask too much?
I think you have a right to complain of spousal messiness every once in a while. Speaking of shrewishness, I'm always after my S.O. to fold his darn socks! He likes them folded in a special way so I let him do it how he wants. ;) But I do get tired of asking him to fold them over and over... sigh...
Love the retro illustration, btw -- maybe I should try scrubbing the tub in a dress and heels next time. Mmm, maybe not. ;)
Dani and Ms.Mer, fabilis haikus! A million times better than my own! So fluid, so graceful, so heeheehee funny! :D
Heidi, so happy to oblige a fellow blogger in a heartfelt giggle!
Messy clotheshorse, I
Laundry strewn about-- at least
I clean the cat box
^ That is in honor of my man, who is an impeccable folder and putter-away-of-clothes, but tidies up little else! :P
how can you walk by
the basket full of clean clothes
and not pick it up?
start a project now
look, a shiny new machine
finish in three years
diaper change at six
do not notice pants are wet
hours worth of pee
Fortunately for me, Mr. Rose is fully aware of his low ability to follow-through. Of course we've still had entirely too many "I am not your mother" moments.
Why do these mommies coddle their little boys? They are only setting them up for disappointment. In the real world you must cook and scoop the kitty poop and pick up your own underpants!!
I have the misfortune, tasty moog and betty, of being in the middle of my uni's well-populated student centre, and laughing like a woman possessed. As a result, I am sure to have a lot less students invading my office hours tomorrow -- soooo, thanks! :D
Lady Rose, I don't know why these mommies have done this to us (!), but you can rest assured that this guy is raisin' a gentleman who picks up his own darn gotch.
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