I've let the housework slide something terrible. Like the kind of let go you see on those tv programs where the experts come knocking with a crew of men and go apeshit. Okay, not quite that bad, but believe me, if me - the person who's not even close to housecleaning OCD - says it's got bad, it has (and I found out the cat or kitten has peed on the big pile of washing I hadn't yet folded -- ewww! little fuckers!).
Today is looking evil. All dark and dreary, and no doubt there will be some lightning to liven up the day, so I stocked up on cleaners, and I'm going in.
If you don't hear from me by 7pm, please come rescue me!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
If you don't hear from me by 7pm come rescue me
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I know it's a shitty job, but don't you feel so much better when it's done?! Flop down in the chair and know your house is clean? Then go for a nice shower and then chill out... I love it ;)
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