777 Peppermint Place is supposed to be a site of fun, laughter, reflection, and devotion. Says so right in the sidebar. Lately things have been so dark and depressing, I had to go on a manhunt for my humor. It just flat disappeared. Nowhere to be found.
Sigh.
The hunt started in the kitchen where, after a three week absence, I found bugs in my pantry. Bugs! I had to clean everything out, toss packages of starchy things favored by these pests, stink the house up with bug spray, and restack all the goods (fewer now) onto the shelves.
Welcome home.
Of course, checking out the nearly-empty fridge didn’t help. It’s amazing where fuzz can grow.
Okay–this is just gross.
On to the bedroom where I caught the dust bunnies doin’ the Cotton-Eyed Joe under the bed–and around the bed, and toward the hall. They were even dancing behind the doors. At one time, they were fairly easy to ignore. I named the few I had and called them pets not to be sacrificed to that evil god, the vacuum cleaner. And this is the thanks I get.
Let’s not forget the inch-thick dust on the furniture, the size-twelve footprints on the tile, the fur coating the upholstery, or the laundry monster large enough to drain the city’s entire water source.
We won’t even discuss the bathroom.
I’ve made dents in my to-do list, but the problem with the housecleaning list is that it never ends. There is no satisfaction for a job well done when ya gotta do it again within fifteen minutes. Because sure as shootin’, as soon as you announce yourself finished, you notice something you’ve missed. Or hubby comes and wants something else done. Or gremlins sneak in and wreck the place.
Really. What’s a girl to do?
If anyone has a lead on the whereabouts of my humor, call the hotline: 1 936 777 TIPS. Reward offered.
Several years into it, and this blog still refuses to be categorized. It's eclectic and includes everything from writing posts to snippets from my ordinary life. 
Linda W. Yezak 
Linda, your too funny. Relax I found your humor, it’s under the bed with the dust bunnies doing the Cotton Eyed Joe LOL
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Oops! If that’s true, I vacuumed it up!
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Dear Linda,
Your humor has decided to take a well-deserved vacation. You have worked him to death this year! But he told me to tell you that you should not worry, he will be back. He loves you very much and can’t be without you, but he needed to recharge after the workout you’ve given him. Don’t despair!
He also told me to tell you that it’s okay to be without him for this short while. He doesn’t want you to feel guilt, shame or sadness over his parting. He promises it’s just for a spell.
By the way, he sends a hug through me!
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Ah! Well, I’m glad he’s having a good time. Remind him to bring his well-cushioned bottom back to work before Monday!!!
(thanks for the hug!) 😀
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Dancing dust bunnies – now that’s a sight I’d like to see! My bunnies usually tend more toward the prowling side of things.
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I think mine were celebrating my absence. I took ’em by surprise.
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Even though I haven’t been gone, I can sympathize! ((hugs))
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Goodness, Liberty, you have enough to worry about without having to battle dust bunnies! Tell ya what. When my elves finish up here, I’ll send them to you, okay? 😀
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Linda – I love your style. But question your knowledge of mother nature. Why do you think they’re called dust bunnies? What happens if you leave two bunnies alone? When you come back, you have a dozen bunnies. Leave them alone and when you come back you have a gross of bunnies. I’m just glad you came back when you did. It could have been a lot worse. Have you ever tried to open a door against a room chock-a-block full of dust bunnies?
Looking forward to “Cat Lady”, because, like I said . . . I do like your style. If you ever decide to write a book about “the possum lady” think of me .
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How funny! Chock-a-block full of dust bunnies!!! 😀
I’m so glad you like my style, because I get a kick out of your possum stories, too. Thanks so much for dropping by!
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This past weekend, i help clean my teenage son’s bedroom. AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Of course, he wanted everything from the closet to the walls to the floor spic and span. But don’t think i tackled it on my own. NO WAY!!! He cleaned as well. He did mention to me, after we cleaned the closet, ‘Mom, it seemed like 2 minutes, because you were helping me.’ it actually took about 1 hour!!! But hey, at least he appreciated my help and the time we spent together. As for the kitchen, well that won’t get tackled till way after Thanksgiving. Hopefully, i won’t find any creepy crawlies…
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Cleaning goes quicker when someone helps, doesn’t it. I bet whoever helps clean up that Thanksgiving turkey will be enlisted to clean up the kitchen too!
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