Norman woke to a dull throbbing pain in his head as last night's half-conscious memories slowly seeped into his thoughts. Surveying the remnants of his bedroom, he thinks "did that really happen?"
Pushing aside boxes of half-used crayons, beer bottles, and mounds of putty he doesn't remember having, he cautiously carves a path to his living room. Eyes widening to half mast, he thinks "I need to clean house".
Prominent in the pile of fodder stood a beheaded manikin covered with crayon art. "Who is that passed out on couch and what is that egg smell" he ponders.
Norman stumbles onward to the kitchen where he keeps his cleaning supplies. Opening the cabinet, which he cleaned the day prior, he sees a half-filled - or is it half empty - bottle of windex, an empty all purpose cleaner, three rags, and a manikin head. "Will this be enough" he mumbles as a fart bellows from the living room, source of the egg smell discovered.
A sigh of relief baths Norman's face as he looks upon a magnet stuck sideways on his refrigerator, a once white refrigerator who someone thought would be better used as a canvas for crayon art.
Snatching the magnet with relief, he reads "Dallas Maids, www.dallasmaids.com, for professional house cleaning call (469) 48....".
Norman realizes he doesn't know where his phone is.
Submitted January 28, 2015 at 04:34AM by Dallasmaids http://ift.tt/1CwtSYt lifeofnorman
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