Thursday, February 23, 2012
It’s almost Haven’s birthday party, which means cleaning gets bumped up a notch at the house of Stanfield. My general strategy is to not have man things like tools, or in this instance a ladder, and think that it will get me a few more precious seconds in front of the tv. Sorry if I’m a delicate intellectual type with an amazing body, that’s just me.
However, my plan usually backfires and I have to MacGyver household items to complete my chore. Tonight the adventure was cleaning the outside windows, without a ladder. I can only imagine the horror of people who would come to Haven’s party and see that the outside windows had been rained on. “What! Water spots on the windows?!?! We are leaving this party!” I won’t even mention the embarrassment of them finding out that we had a rug on the back porch that was… supposed to be an inside rug… we are the Clampets.
I go out with the tallest thing we have. A chair from the butcher block table. This gets me a few feet off the ground but I need to go higher. I check in the shed and the only other flat thing we have is a cooler. Perfect. It will be extremely slippery and dangerous.
I climb to my near death and wash the windows. My wife is quick to point out that one window looks terrible as I am clutching vinyl siding for dear life. I finally get done and then notice that the rods that connect the legs of the chair are out of their holes. The chair could have collapsed at any minute… safety first.
In my defense, I had no idea Chris was outside standing on a cooler on top of a chair. I couldn't tell from my view on the couch. Thanks, Pumpkin! :)