Sunday I finally decided to clean out my car , which was a disgusting mess .However every time I clean it out I mysteriously end up looking after Mr C's dogs and it gets in a horrid mess again.
I staggered out with the dyson and gave the Beastmobile a good old scrub up . As I staggered back into the house arms full of rubbish bags and cleaning equipment , I could hear my msn messenger pinging
and guess what!!!!!
Can you come and collect the dogs , I have found a cheap flight to Rome ???? .
So Mr C is off to
kiss the Popes ring see the sites
and I have the dogs.
The next four days will be spent racing about from work to home , picking up dog logs from the garden , grooming , feeding and walking the blighters (for hours to wear the buggers out) , disturbed nights beating the four legged fiends off my bed and the return of the supermarket dog food obsession.
I am now wondering if I am paying off some massive karmic debt in this life , was I Hitlers aunty in a previous existence or perhaps I kicked Ghandi up the ass or goosed mother Theresa .
Its the only viable explanation as to why I always cop dog sitting , washing up , etc etc etc , while other obviously more enlightened beings jet off to glamorous places and do exciting things.
Reincarnation is a drag :-(