I just felt like saying that. Actually, this is an update about Didgeridoo Boy's pile of stuff in what is to become our bedroom. The pile of stuff he was supposed to move over last week, the week before that, and the week before that. And the week before that. And yesterday.
It's still there. Frankly, I think he's trying to get me to move it, but none of this is anything I can lift. Plus, I'm afraid of what might be down in those boxes. Granted, something would have trotted out of them by now if there was anything in there with that ability, but I'm indulging this phobia as I feel it strengthens my case.
So now there is a large note on his monitor, written in ink that can only be described as "doo doo brown" (I love markers!): MOVE YOUR SHIT UPSTAIRS. I think the ink choice really highlights the "shit". I almost said something about how it solidified that concept, but...actually, now I am going to move on, because this paragraph can only go to very bad, very juvenile places in very short order.
I've also posted a reminder to his Facebook wall. Mark my word, as soon as he settles down at the computer, Facebook is where he will go. The idea of this double whammy pleases me - from note on monitor to note on the "wall". Over the course of the day, I'm going to strategically place a few PostIt reminders as well. I'm considering writing the words SHIT UPSTAIRS in a PostIt collage on his bathroom mirror. Hell, let's make a party of it and work in balloons somehow. I honestly considered removing the mouse from his computer, but didn't want to risk messing anything up.
Actually, I might just do that. The keyboard would be an even more amusing option, though, wouldn't it?
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