It actually started with my dishwasher, which I hate to high heaven. It makes no sense. I use the same soap, run off the same well, and my dishwasher gets slimy. Patti’s does not.  It is really the only way to describe it. Black slimy mold?? It’s gross. I should not have to “clean” the dishwasher before washing a load of dishes. But I do. I’ve ripped it apart twice and scrubbed it squeaky. I clean the filter every couple days. Nothing changes.

Anyway, after one particular time of soaking the middle sprayer wand in bleach and beating it against our back sink….I decided to leave all the pieces of slime that came out for my husband to see. He wasn’t really impressed, but he had an idea. He would take the middle sprayer wand outside and blow it out with his air compressor. My thought was literally “have at it and have fun.” Needless to say- after he took it to the garage and did his thing, he came back into the house. (insert a huge snicker right here). This is just a regular sized sprayer wand, that had already been soaked and beaten to the best of my ability. However, his hat, his shirt, his pants were all covered with tiny black slime pieces. (and so was the garage floor, lol). He was all upset after that, and decided he could drag his air hose into the house and blow out a few more portals in the dishwasher to really get it clean. Nothing too bad happened til he pulled out the top shelf, all the way out (now previous experience with the middle sprayer should have kicked in and said “do not pull it all the way out due to flying chunks of slime,” but no…..) and he proceeded to blow air into the very first bottle sprayer. (Now, these have been “plugged” for a while cause it’s a process to unhook everything to get them off…) Just imagine a bunch of “stuff aka slime pieces” shooting five feet straight into the air out of four bottle sprayers. I literally ran for cover. It was all over the kitchen floor and the counters and the lights. All I said was “I am NOT cleaning this up!” (He did scrub the floor later that day.)

However, men don’t seem to know when a good idea is no longer…a good idea. Being fall we had a cricket get into our house and hid from James under the rail of the patio door. That thing was annoying. The only time it shut up was when it happened to thunder outside. Day and night it’s chirping could be heard. James was pleased to tell me he had finally gotten the cricket to come out. (I really didn’t want to know how, but he was so proud of himself. ) He blew the cricket and it’s unknown buddy out of the rails by using the air hose and air compressor once again. I think they only made it three feet into the air. But he was proud as punch. I however, said, “you just blew out all the dust, dirt, crap, and dog hair, and dead bugs that had accumulated under there since we moved here, correct?” He told me that was correct. Then added that is why he had to vacuum and scrub the floor a second time.

If that’s what it takes for me to get out of floor duty…..hmm…I might have to think about this some more..

9/27/21