Longtime readers here at the Bat Cave know that My Man is a most excellent gift giver. And the best part? He came fully trained in that department. I put absolutely no work into the guy. I never even give him "ideas" for gifts. Oh no, he's that colossally awesome all on his own without any help from me.I know, I'm spoiled....and lovin' it baby!
Now my father? Love him to bits, but a standard issue guy. After my parents came out for a visit back in September, dear old Dad sent me The Giant Squeegee Of Doom. It's purpose? To help me clean my patio.
I was actually excited to receive said squeegee, because I was having a devil of a time finding one in any of the hardware stores out here. But it wasn't a priority, so I hadn't resorted to ordering one online. So Dear Old Dad sent me one.
And let me tell you, I love my father - because I finally cleaned all the ash from the fire off my patio yesterday. Yeah, that was fun! First I used a broom to sweep off the leaves and twigs, which resulted in clouds of ash billowing in the air. After that? I dumped buckets upon buckets of water onto the patio and just squeegee'd the water right off.
Ha! Take that wild fire! You are no match for The Giant Squeegee Of Doom!
I've had some pretty silly blog posts in the past, but this one might just take the cake. Love you Daddy!
In other news, My Man's parents are flying in today for a week-long, Thanksgiving extravaganza visit. Which means I practically knocked myself out yesterday with cleaning and the errands I had to run. But hey, I did buy our Thanksgiving turkey (Wow, at a bargain too!) and discovered some long lost muscles I didn't know I had. But geez, I still hurt. What I wouldn't give for a hot tub right about now....
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And I thought I was easy to amuse...
You are just jealous because you do not have a Giant Squeegee Of Doom :P
I'm in awe--you are done cleaning!
I haven't even started! Wednesday is looming threateningly over me.
My sqeegee of doom clears the slush from my garage floor all winter. Long live Dad, long live the King of practical!
I'm very intrigued by the Giant Squeegee of Doom. Not sure that my dad would ever think to get me one. Although, he did get me the most awesome vacuum and cookware last year for Christmas.
I guess I am unloved by father - I do not have a giant squeegee of doom. :(
So the bat cave is clean again? Good news since just a little while ago we were afraid it was history.
Can't wait to hear if you're cooking the dinner! Does Batgirl cook?
AL: OMG, I was so exhausted Friday evening. Not that we live like slobs, but I don't do a deep cleaning all that often. I'm just not that motivated.
Liza: My Dad is very particular about vacuum cleaners as well. He took one look at my El Cheapo Bissel and Did. Not. Approve.
~debbie~: Batgirl is a pretty sad cook. Although I did make lasagna last night and it turned out great. I should post the recipe on the blog. It's My Man's Mother's recipe, and it's super easy!
Lil' Sis: The reason you do not have a Giant Squeegee Of Doom is because you are the baby and nobody loves you! Ha ha ha ha ha!
No, it's actually because you don't live in an area that gets dumped by snow or invaded by wild fires. Just hurricanes for you chica!
The real reason our lil sis does not have a giant squeegee is that she has OCD and her garage floor is probably cleaner than my kitchen counter. So, dad figures you don't need it!
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