Fairies needed, applications accepted at all Bookworm, Inc. outlets

[mousme]

Happy Industrious Fairies needed for light housekeeping duties. Work involves keeping apartment at reasonable level of tidiness, preventing me from going insane, and possibly subbing for me at work on a semi–regular basis.

Please send C.V.s and cover letters to mousme@livejournal.com


In other news, I did the dishes and put in a load of laundry. I'm going to wash my hair tomorrow morning, unless my father calls up and asks me to go there for dinner. Otherwise, no dice. I will stay at home with unwashed hair. All the more reason, as after the dishes and the laundry all my hot water will be gone. I have an extremely parsimonious hot water tank.

I will in a few short minutes' time e hanging up the fresh load of laundry in all available spaces, and then tonight I might even iron it. Go me!

I also washed the stovetop, which was in dire need of it as it had KD stains on it. Yuck.

George has twice in as many days fubarred my computer. For those of you who are new to my LJ, George is my younger, unneutered black male cat. Yesterday he somehow changed the settings on my keyboard to some weird European setting, and it took me twenty minutes to get it back to normal so I could type.

Today he actually pulled keys off the keyboard, and while I have put them all back, the "b" still sticks and makes a God-awful clicking sound whenever I use it.

There is a reason I call my cats the Feline Forces of Entropy. I kid you not. Someone posted a very amusing list of Cat's New Year's Resolutions which I will attempt to find later and post here. It's for all cat–owned people: you'll recognise your cat immediately.

If I still feel all hyper and productive later I might even try my hand at *gasp* organising my bookshelves! I've been meaning to do that since I moved in here last May. :P Wish me luck!

I'm never entirely sure how my apartment gets to be such a mess. It's clean for the longest time, and then one day I turn around and it looks like the Tartar hordes came by for tea. Yet I don't actually make a huge mess in one day, so it must accumulate slowly without my noticing. It's a rum one, I tell ya.

Comments

[paganmommy.livejournal.com]

I have only found the fairies that leave messes, and have come to the radical conclusion that there are no cleaning fairies. I am sorry if that ruins any fantasies you have held on to from childhood. If I suffer, ye all shall suffer with me. ::bowing::

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

Party pooper. ;)

("Look, Mommy! I'm a fairy!" *nances*)

Do fairies nance?

[paganmommy.livejournal.com]

yes, and they noogle too, which is basically the same thing, but with pasta.


:::noggles away with her messy fairies::::

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

*lol*


Stay tuned for Kevin Kostner's latest film: "Nances With Noodles!"

[cymry.livejournal.com]

agreed: there are no such thing as cleaning faeries. the ones i've got generally eat my files, egg on my computer when it's feeling pissy, and chase the dust-bunnies across the floor.

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

Girl, your house fairies *have* to be in league with my house fairies.

There is no other explanation.

*serious nod*

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[cymry.livejournal.com]

i concur. we should form some kind of coalition: Apartment-Dwellers-Against-Messy-Faeries (tm). You can be president if you like; I can be the foreign diplomat.

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

w00t!

I like the idea.

We should all convene and hold a meeting over coffee or something. I think Fearsclave should be our legal advisor, and Fire should be the hired muscle. ;)

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[cymry.livejournal.com]

sounds good to me. =) the faeries'll never know what hit 'em.

[mina-laury.livejournal.com]

I think it may be in the job description.

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

*lol*

Happy Nancing Fairies!

Maybe they'd scare my cats into behaving for once. Or not. I think George might eat them. :P

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[wolfieboy.livejournal.com]

Good luck on organizing your bookshelves. I've got at least my fiction alphabetized by author, series, title. If I didn't, I'd go crazy and I'd never be able to find them. At some point, I'd like to have a list of all of them, but it's a daunting task.

As for fubarred computers, last night, I saw one of the ferrets tugging at the power cord controlling my mail server. Thank fully, it's actually screwed in so that it doesn't get accidently dislodged. I hadn't realized I'd have to deal with ferret-malice...

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

You have ferrets? That's so nifty. I like ferrets, although I've never been sure if I like them enough to actually keep one (or several) as a pet. I doubt they'd get on with my cats, anyway.

Power cords are another Pet Attractant(tm), I've noticed. As are precariously-balanced pieces of china, antique furniture, and anything edible left unlocked.

Re: Fairies needed, applications accepted at all Bookworm, Inc. outlets

[wolfieboy.livejournal.com]

There are a high maintenance pet but I think they're worth it. They have to be played with for an hour or two everyday and that only works if you have multiple ferrets so they have playing partners.

BTW, what's a KD stain?

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

Kraft Dinner.

It means that in the process of stirring I got a big goop of cheese sauce on the white stove top. It was appallingly icky and radioactive looking. ;)

Multiple ferrets it is, then, if I ever decide to make the investment.

[mina-laury.livejournal.com]

Heh.

My sitting-room has a large swathe of piled books, roleplaying notes, bags of fake hair etc at one end that answers to the Desolation of Koshka. Kind of like the Desolation of Smaug but with more discarded fluff.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

I should rename the kitchen The Desolation of George, in that case. Lots of cat hair, overturned water dishes, tidal waves of water accompanying said overturned dishes, torn plastic bags, and the occasional "kill" (dead sock or what have you) that he's dragged in there to stick proudly in his dry food.

Sometimes I wish he would be quieter, like Pan-Pan, but then I think of the possibility of having two cats trying to squash my spleen at 3am, and I'm glad George gets his hyperactiveness out of the way by using inanimate objects.