Let me start by saying how OCD I am if you don't already know. I have to constantly stay busy. Since I quit my job, this house has never been so lucky nor seen so much improvement since the day it was built, 5 years ago. I'm not saying that I DO ALL THE WORK, it's because I love to and if I didn't, I would go mad, more than I already am, and Huck would have to lock me in a round rubber room. It kind of sounds peaceful in a sadistic kind of way, but nonetheless, I take on these improvement projects myself in between shuffling kids back and forth to camps, writing some scripts for a project, and many trips to the bathroom to pee because y'all, I have THE WORLDS SMALLEST BLADDER.
Anyway, I sat down at my computer this morning and this spot caught my eye. It was between the "backspace" and the "home" keys on my computer. I couldn't wedge my pinkie in to get it and it started laughing at me. I got up and went and got a q-tip. I picked off the backspace key and gasped! I RAN and got the 500 count box of q-tips, the saline solution, the electronic duster in a can, and tweezers. I started picking off the keys one by one and each time was startled by what I found, after I huffed the remaining contents of the can of cleaner.
Cupcake crumbles (I can't believe I let any get beyond my mouth so it must have been one of the kids)
Enough hair to construct a wig
OMG is that BACON???
a small family of four
a rabbit
and 2 lbs of dirt which will work well in the garden
I never realized how disgusting my keyboard on my laptop was until I started prying off the keys one by one. I was q-tipping in one instance and grabbing hair with my tweezers the next. I was one dead hooker away from making Gil Grissom happy with my work.
My keyboard is all clean except my space bar keeps getting stuck. I guess I'm going to have to get the Sheriff to get rid of the squatters that have relocated to one end of it. Oh, and Huck, we need more q-tips.
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