| Granny's House (of horrors) |
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| Ahhh...Granny's kitchen. I'd like to point to the dried out parquetry, which has been turned a lovely shade of corpse grey by Granny's incessant need to wash the dirty floor. The cabinetry that is mis-matched in color and the random doors that hang open. The clutter on the countertop. The trashcan in the middle of the kitchen was purchased by me for my Granny to use in her bathroom. Instead, it sits empty in the middle of her kitchen floor. The ice tray on the floor is what she put's her cat's water in, even though there is a dish sitting to the left of it. I never eat out of Granny's kitchen. In the summertime, you can squish about 1,000 piss ants just by walking through her kitchen. YUMMY. |
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| Granny's kitchen sink doubles as a wash basin (for her clothes), a trashcan, and where she washes the dishes. I would like to direct your attention to the bar of soap, and can of AJAX. Granny refuses to use liquid dish detergent (like Dawn and Palmolive), instead, when she see's that the soap in the shower is getting low, she'll replace it and bring the dying bar downstairs to use on her dirty dishes. Yes, you read correctly- she uses ASS scrubbing soap and AJAX to clean her dishes. The brush she uses to scrub her dishes is 10 years old, and the rag she uses is the same rag she cleans the toilet with. She's really serious about being hygenic. I swear this woman is trying to kill me. |