Drabble by Kevin Fagan for August 07, 2023

And plastic wrap over your sofa too, I suppose

Just seeing Wally in that first panel…LOL!

Crap. I thought it was an IED.

And don’t use the towels in the bathroom.

“That’s for guests!”

I refuse to live in a museum, kept for other people’s enjoyment.

As kids, we were not allowed to sit in the living room…ever. That room was for guests and kept clean. Guess who had to clean it? Right…us.

That’s something I’ve never understood. Its a lot easier to clean and eventually dispose of an entry mat as opposed to replacing carpet.

It’s meant only for guests!

the reflexes are spider worthy

Interestingly enough, this seem to be a affectation of a lot of females.

My wife, while not going to the extremes of plastic covers on the furniture (I won’t sit on plastic), still insists on NOT using any new item until it has “aged” a bit by sitting in the box or sack or hanging in the closet for a few days (perishables excepted) before she starts to use or wear the item – this does not, evidently, come from how she was raised (upper middle-class) nor our financial condition (comfortable)…

After almost 50 years of marriage, I’ve learned to live with this idiosyncratic behavior of hers without comment (heaven knows she tolerates enough of mine) but I still find it “unusual” that inanimate objects still have to “cook” for a while before being used…

I laughed out loud at that, since I know people like that, and it is a real chore visiting them, since they seem to be so uncomfortable in their own living space…they watch your every move and how you place your food and drink, just so the table or the chairs don’t get mussed up…

She’s obviously overlooking the purpose of the mat.

Why is it on the inside, with none on the outside? Inquiring minds want to know…..

My mother was one of 4 children, who each had a specific Saturday chore. My mom’s was cleaning the 2 enormous crystal chandeliers in the living room. At that time — the 1920s and 30s — ceilings were really high, so she spent most Saturdays on a ladder. Taking down each of the hundreds of pieces of crystal to clean, and then replacing them in the right spot, was an all day job pfor each chandelier, so each one was cleaned every other week. After my grandmother died, my uncle kept the house, and most of the family lived there at one time or another. There were never any restrictions about using the living room. Those chandeliers were too beautiful to hide them away in an unused room!

And the point of that June is . . .

My grandmother insisted that we use the fancy guest towels. They are there to be used.

She’s certifiably insane.