This is a picture of the back of my house. The previous homeowner had quite the green thumb. Which included lots of pretty flowers, bushes and mildew. Unfortunaltely it was very stubborn mildew. After several attempts at cleaning it I gave up and just surrendered to the fact that I liked green. Until I found out the beauty of a powerwasher.
POWER-WASHER!! It is a little gift from God to the anal-retentive who has always wished they could use power tools. I grabbed ahold of that gun-like handle and suppressed my urge to hose everything in sight. I pressed that trigger and water came out at force that was just astonishing. All that green gunk disappeared under the blast from the heavenly implement of cleaning distruction.
I tapped into my inner graffiti artist and haughtily laughed as I etched my name into the discolored cement. Then realizing that this had a higher setting, my anticipation came to a peak. Like Emeril I decided to "kick it up a notch" and BAM! Water with such force that germs were running for cover. More power! More power! Came in grunts as I channeled my inner Tim Taylor.
Water is spraying everywhere, dripping from the roof and puddling on the ground. My siding so clean it shines. Like Mario getting a star I run like nothing can hurt me, happily blasting away the day. When I hear a sound so very sad. It is the soft low putts of an engine running out of gas. I spray and I spray hoping to just get one more spot. But alas, as all good things, it came to an end. Sadly I put the extreme water gun back in it's holster as my powerwashing has came to an abrupt halt. But soon my handsome prince, riding in on his red steed will get me back my super washing powers again. ~K

1 comments:
Kellie, you crack me up! Leave it to you to make some hijinks with a power washer to be good "clean" comedy! HAHAHAHAHA--maybe I am the comedian!!! Love Ya!
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