Work (In which I'm terribly random and weird)

This week's You Capture assignment was Work.

I do so much work, there are just simply an endless amount of pictures to choose from-me scrubbing the kitchen floor, me shoveling the driveway, me lugging laundry baskets...
but I think I'll go with this one, for Beth...






OK fine. I don't actually have any pictures of that other stuff.

Now back to the weird picture...

First of all, it is a whole lot of work getting your mouth puckered like that. Just enough to look very serious about cleaning the bathroom, which is what I was about to do. (Which is the epitome of work, is it not? The bathroom? Gross.) Also, it's kind of a work of art, getting the pucker to create jowls like that.

(I even edited some of the jowl/wrinkles, no lie.)

Let me guess what your questions are.

Heather, how do we know you were working in this picture? Why are you always wearing that sweater? Why are you crazy?

Well, those are good questions, friends. First of all, I think it's pretty obvious that I was working, look at that sweater tie sweat band on my head. Cleaning the bathroom is terribly sweat-producing with all that scrubbing and of course, being timed.

Yes. I said being timed. You don't time yourself while cleaning the bathroom? Well, I suggest you try it. You see, Beth and I have been doing this thing on Twitter in which we give each other a certain amount of time to get something done, a Beat The Clock sort of game.

And it works! We get stuff done! (But this isn't Works-For-Me Wednesday, so who cares.)

Nextly, I'm always wearing that sweater because my husband shrinks the delicates all the time, so it's pretty much the only one I have left. I'm not saying that behind his back, I say it to his face, too. I still love him, at least he attempts the laundry. (But I kinda wish he'd stop and I think that was his plan all along, to wreck stuff so I'd tell him to quit helping.) (Don't worry, I've accused him of that, too. Right to his face. It's good to just get it out, rather than being passive-aggressive.) (But sometimes I'm passive-aggressive, too. Just ask him. Or my dog.) (What?)

As for your last question, about when I totally lost it, I don't know. I just did. Perhaps it was that time when I was a child and I was running in my sleeping bag and fell and hit my head on the corner of the TV? That could have been it because WOW was that ever messy. I would point out the scar on my forehead in the picture, but it's covered by my sweater tie sweatband.

Is sweatband/sweat band one word or two?

I have so many grammar questions, but that's work for another day.

You can find more civilized You Capture posts at I Should Be Folding Laundry (Folding laundry is work, so that's why it's a should.) (And also, I should be folding laundry too, but I don't have to because my husband shrunk it all.)

(I don't know why I'm suddenly using so many parentheses for no reason.)

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