Ever have one of those weekends? When you get to the end of it and you realize the whole weekend went to h*ll in a handbasket?
While we’re at it, what is a handbasket?? This sure isn’t one. It’s a big old basket that I keep my spinning fiber in.
Nope, this is just an ordinary laundry basket. Not a handbasket. Not that we’ve determined what a handbasket is, right? As an aside, notice the distinct lack of laundry in the laundry basket. I’m just saying. Laundry baskets make good junk collectors. Then they are too full to use for, you know, laundry. So a person has to give up doing laundry and, say, drink a glass of wine. Win, win.
I do have quite a few plastic baskets around…full of junk. I noticed when I went around looking for baskets to write this post…that I think I must have a grand total of one basket in the house…if you don’t include the easter baskets in the basement. Hm. I gues I’m not much of a basket person. I don’t know why. Because I LIKE baskets. I just don’t have any.
Now that this post is totally off track…
Handbaskets. That’s what we were talking about. Confess now, tell the truth…have you EVER used the word handbasket except in the expression h*!! in a handbasket? I thought not. I rest my case.
Anyway, we didn’t get a speck of painting finished on the kitchen. Didn’t get much of anything done, really. There was a lot of this going on…
Yes, that’s what I’m talking about. One of the many reasons our weekend went to h*!! in a handbasket. So as the weekend wound down, and we were talking about this whole h*ll in a handbasket phenomena — over a few glasses of wine…
SuperGuy asks me. “I wonder who does go to he!! and brings all those handbaskets back?” :crazy:
