House cleaning is not my strongest trait. I rate higher in organization and cooking (please God, do not strike me down). Ok, honestly, house cleaning is last on my list of things I like to do. Today, the end of the list is screaming at me. The house is a glorified mess.
Four boxes from the yard sale are in the living room waiting to be stored. A large pack of paper towels, laundry soap, Diet Cokes, toilet paper, and what have you from my last trip to the mega mart are still hanging around in the tiny kitchen, waiting to be stored. Pet hair imbedded in my rugs could choke a horse. I have not mopped the kitchen floor since it rained a few days ago. The bathroom? Yikes!! Get the picture?
And Sweetie Pie nicely thrust his very muddy and stinky camo outfits into my arms and suggested I start a few loads of laundry. Gee willikers. This is my Monday.
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