Sometimes I Amuse the Hell Out of Myself

So all of a sudden I'm on this big Apartment Therapy Spring Cure kick, right? 

"Ernie, Ernie, we need to mop and vacuum.  Ernie, Ernie, we need to buy fresh flowers and declutter!  Ernie, Ernie, hold this bag while I throw out old bags of rice and half eaten crackers ." 

He is a VERY patient man. 

So he goes along with it all and when I called him at home today he was a bit out of breath.  I started to worry but then he told me he was just busy cleaning out the kitchen cupboards and wiping down all the antique marshmallow tins on top of the cupboards.

I am brilliant.  Evil, but brilliant.

Poor Ernie.....