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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Rottery Ticket

When it comes to spring cleaning, I’m more the undercover type than the show and tell type.  I’ll train the Labradors to lie coyly on the coffee stain on the carpet when visitors drop by to avoid having to mount a frontal attack on the living room shag with a shop vac.  But when it comes to cleaning out the refrigerator, there’s nothing to do but roll up your apron strings and confront the leftovers head on. 

Long ago, the Captain of our Compost Heap labeled our vegetable drawer “The Rottery,” a secret place where lettuce goes to die.  So this spring, while everyone else is planting rows of green beans and tomatoes, I’ll be making room in the vault for the new kids in town. Because the dogs might be willing to lend a paw when it comes to the coffee on the carpet, but they have no interest in helping to hide the bodies of the radishes in the refrigerator.

1 comment:

Linda Cody said...

Um, does Neighbor Danny possess the native wit and charming urbanity which would make him a reader of this blog, and thus realize that you are one of those most dangerous of people: The Humor Columnist, and he is thus in that most dreaded of categories: Fair Game?

Also, does a Pottied Plant make a potty more charming, or does a potty remove all charm from the pansies? Enquiring minds want to know!

Love ya,
Linda and Birdie Puggins