Oh the Joys of Cleaning

I don't like cleaning.

I don't like cleaning on my bike, 
     I don't like cleaning in my Nikes.  
I shant say cleaning is fun, 
     be it at the beginning or when it is done.  
I would rather bitch and moan as I sit, 
     "I don't like cleaning not one single bit"

Unemployment and other gobbledy gook

I'm beginning to type this blog when I hear my wife, hereafter known as "Flounder" ask, "so you had a vaginal delivery . . ." in a conversational manner.  This of course is not where I'm going at all with my first blog post, but it just seems like a very odd question.