Free agent...
...in the not being a student sense.
So today I was excited to be free, and you know, relishing my freedom and all that. Except it turns out that study gives you a certain amount of freedom to put things off (like housework, and hemming curtains, and high dusting and personal hygiene...).
None of which I've done. I did get a book out of the library though, and started to knit a scarf. And had some wine with dinner (yes, we are very uncool and eat at 5pm).
I'm sure I'll feel really keen to do the high dusting tomorrow.
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If I am correct in my assumption that 'high dusting' is performing duties of a domestic nature while under the influence of narcotics, then may I please advise against it?
You will either make everything worse because your judgement is impaired, or be found 14 hours later holding a feather duster, staring at a spider's web (possibly imaginary) waiting for the acid to wear off.
Not that I have done any of that stuff, you understand.
Yeah, um, my life is that rock n roll and hardcore.
All the time.
Yeah.
And there's the alternative, having Joni Mitchell singing about you - "I was a free man in Wellington, felling unfettered and hungoverrrrr . . . .."
Slightly off topic, but isn't it really really late for you at the moment?
Or perhaps not off topic. Are you on something?
Fairy Dust
I love the term "high dusting". It's like "high tea"--just that little bit posh-sounding. One would hope you're planning to wear your best pinny for this illustrious event?
You could get the other wife to do the dusting.
Oh, sorry. Just an obtuse, sleep-deprived reference to freedom. Bet the possum got it, though ;B^D
What on earth IS high dusting, anyway? Dusting the stuff up high, like the ceiling fan? Hmm.
I think you opted for way more fabulouso activities, anyway.
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