Back away from the window folks!!!!
Got off the computer earlier and decided to wash the living room windows..(project hubby was to do a month ago). Got the window toppers down and in the wash, screens out and two removeable side windows into the living room....(I'm exhausted by now) and Oh...did I mention that our home is a two story and the living room windows sit 12 feet from the ground with a decorative tree below them? Anyways...In order to wash the main picture window I'm going to have to hang out each of the removeable side windows and
s-t-r-e-t-c-h wayyyy out...(hubby has a pole he uses that he brings home from work and stands below to wash them with)...but ohhhh noooo I can't wait for hubby to do it the right and safe way... so old blondie here gets the bright idea to use the broom...so I rubber bands a cloth to it and proceeds to hang out the side windows to reach the main big window...1/4 of the way through I am swetting like a w!@&# in church and having one hot flash after another...the window cleaner is streaking, my heart is racing and I just know any minute I'm going to pass out and fall to the tree below. I kid you not...I am shaking from head to toe and feel so weak that I just give up, climb back in the window, put the screens back in along with the still dirty side windows and then drag myself to the couch. While I'm laying there...(out of breath, shaking, and gasping for air)...the phone rings... see that it's hubby calling.... I'm thinkin.."oh man"..."be cool"...so I raggedly say "hi honey"...(wheezing for air)..."how's the fishin goin"? He hesitantly says "good"...and follows with.."what the hells wrong with your breathing". I say..."oh nothin..just hurried from the kitchen to answer the phone"...long pause on the other end of the phone, then he says..."what the hell Sue, you been doin somethin crazy again"? I finally told him the truth and needless to say he wasn't a happy camper by the time he hung up. Now I'm sitting here trying to get the energy to go in and shower and get the stink off of me...toppers are still in the washer...my tummys growling...feel like I've been run over by a truck..(look like it too)...and can't think what will be the easiest thing to shove in my mouth for diner without having to cook...ha! Sooooo....word to the wise...if any of you get the bright idea to wash your windows, and your one week out of treatment...DON'T- DO- IT...close the drapes...go to another room...WHATEVER!!!...ha! My windows now look 10 times worse than when I started!!!UGH! Well...I've rested enough now after writing this that I might be able to stay standing long enough to get my shower. I'm thinkin the rest of the weekend will be spent doing peaceful things...ya think?...ha! Hope you all have a good one...Love...Sue