It's 4:30am and I'm cleaning pee.
I might as well be changing diapers for Christs sake.
The VERY cool part is the concrete floors. It's as if Achilles is just meant to be here. True, the coloring of Mer's bedroom floor has taken on...how can I say this, a deeper shade of azure blue in some areas. It's a floor. She is a creature of love. Big flippin deal.
Which doesn't bother me since I have a product that takes away the odor and stains like nothing I've ever tried. (from vinegar to boric acid) Even before the human in a dog costume came to live with us, absolutely nothing would clean these floors.
The economy sucks right now, and I know everyone is saying "It hasn't affected Oklahoma", but every other day someone stops at our house trying to either paint house numbers on the curb, or sell me something.
Two weeks ago a man came by with am eco-friendly product called "Clean & Simple" ...."Yeah, yeah, yeah, look buddy I understand times are tough, but they are for me also" he kept right on pitching me. Dropped to my tire and cleaned the rust off my wheel rim.
"Do you have pets?"
I said "Come here I want to smell you something" and he followed me into the house where Mer was sitting on the couch rolling his 1/4 th Greek eyes at me.
"Look at that, and that, and THAT" I said "Nothing gets the discoloration and odor out of these floors."
"Wow" exclaimed the former AT&T employee, "I've never seen floors like these before!" (Perma Crete, but make sure you NEVER lay it over pre-existing tile)
So Mr. Whateverhisnamewas, dropped to his knees, pulled out his handy dandy metal brush, squirted a small amount on a spot and started scrubbing in a circular motion. Within seconds I had a beautiful teal...circle. Then he wanted like $75 a gallon. Sure, like that's going to happen.
He left me his number, which has fallen into the dark abyss that is my office, I thanked him and requested he leave. Which he did.
I looked over at Mer and he was NOW shaking his head AND rolling his eyes. (am I married? Crap)
I started cooking dinner (because I eat for twelve) when I hear Mer yell "That guy is back!" (like a stray dog)
Going to the PORCH this time with Achilles losing her mind, he says "I found an extra squirt bottle in my truck...keep it, no charge."
"Really?" "Really"
Either extremely nice man or extremely good salesman...or both.
(but you're not coming back in my house regardless of the heat)
I offered him something to drink and we sat on the porch drinking iced Chai tea.
Everyone has a story, every life has value, and sometimes all we need is someone to listen.
Now...all I need is more "Clean & Simple"
(Sucker)
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