In which FHC welcomes his new cleaning technician

Your might remember that our maid service went bankrupt after some poor speculation on the futures market. After months of negotiations, the new cleaning technician (and incidentally a lady) came today with a friendly mute assistant and turned our disgruntled hut into a gorgeous mansion for a very symbolic amount of money and a few drops of magical and safe chemicals. She was recommended by a couple of friends who live on Swann street. A true professional in Kevin’s words (he would know… he is a slob and I quote “dozen or so of my aunts and female cousins are cleaning ladies”), a fairy in mine. I have no idea how she manages to do so much in such a short period of time: I myself tried to clean the bathroom a month ago and it took me an entire evening for an awful result. It must be genetic. She even left behind her a delicious scent of pine mixed with lemons, a friendly atmosphere of Germanic order and to some extent poetry as well as some hope for future generations. No one would imagine that butt pirates live and have sexual intercourse in such a pretty environment. Every room is sparkling clean and even the awful cat looks as if it had some decency. I myself feel cleaner than the day Kevin D. introduced me to enemas (or enematas depending which spelling you prefer). The downside is that she spoilt my depression, she kind of killed the buzz for a few hours and I could not find anything depressing enough to write about. Life seemed unpleasantly bearable with all this cleanliness around. It was all going fine and some freaking cleaning lady had to spoil my mood. Here…I just emptied the garbage can in the kitchen….bitch.

Comments

[LL]

We'll try to help you on this finding things to be depressed about front...

[Frederico C]

HILARIOUS!!!

[jo el]

thank god.. your place really needed it. god, i hate cats.