Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Even More Evidence That I Am Quite Like an Eisenhower Era housewife



I think this is what is known as "house proud."

I've scrubbed out the inside of my refrigerator, and I can't stop opening the door and peering in at the pristine perfection. (This is quite hard on the electric bill, by the way, much like what those flies suffered last summer.)

8 comments:

GrizzBabe said...

I don't think I've cleaned my refrigerator since I bought it.

Is that evidence that I'm NOT quite an Eisenhower Era housewife?

kissyface said...

Maybe, GrizzBaby. Please submit a list of other behaviors so we can make a proper assessment. (by the way, I let my dog sleep on the bed, and he's 100lb and quite hairy. So, you know.)

McGone said...

Are you as happy as this post's illustration when holding cleaning products? You should see how I beam with joy when holding a bottle of clorox.

Huckleberry said...

Bedrooms didn't count in the Eisenhower era.
Just as long as the kitchen and all "entertaining" areas were spic-n-span.
Because, ya know, you can't drink your Gibson(s) in a dirty hovel, can you?

Citizen H said...

I dunno. To clean my refrigerator I'll need, at the very least, a couple of gallons of lye and a pressure-washer. It takes skill to develop that kind of squalor, dammit!

steve said...

Theres something kinda Marilyn Chamberesque about all this...

kissyface said...

McGone - Clorox creates great conflict in me: the enviro-geek doesn't like it, the girl who likes whites bright (which is a futile quest in the hard water laundering world of LA) wants it bad! I use it rarely. For cleaning surfaces, vinegar and water is quite good enough. Baking soda works well too.

Huck - Gibsons! Oh my God! With the little pickled cocktail onion ofr a garnish instead of an olive! How funny. Haven't thought of those since I was a bartender in the last millenium, serving blue-haired symphony goers at The Heathman Hotel.

As to the bedroom, I believe the dog would have his own twin, right? And one paw on the floor... Speking of Duff, he is in serious need of a bath.

Citizen H - Would Sgt. Aytch have been of the same mind? Just remember, it's fine to foster new life forms, but only if you want your life to turn into a B horror film.

Steve - that one you are going to have to explain a little. Did she play a naughty housewife or something?

Rogue Stitch - you are missed. Come back.

Citizen H said...

Well, it's hyperbole, but I do need to pay it some attention. Before rats and other strange rodents attack, anyway.