It. Is. Disgusting.

And, to top it all off, I’m in a major funk of non-cleaning proportions. I’m procrastinating the cleaning to write about procrastinating the cleaning. There, I admitted it. Ok, still doesn’t make me want to clean. I got so far as the kitchen and lost steam. Ph ph phooohh…

I HATE dirtiness. I’m, by all accounts, kind of a clean freak. Messy, I can handle. But not dirtiness. Ewwy. So those little furry dust balls that have accumulated over the last two weeks that I’ve been trying to ignore? They have to go…TODAY! At this point, if I could shave both my animals without them throwing a fit of biting and scratching, I would do it. And while I’m at it, maybe I’ll shave my own head. Ummm, it’s winter. I’d better rethink this show shaving nonsense.

Well, since the economic times have forced me to let my personal chef and cleaning crew go (haha), I best get back to the dusting and the scrubbing and the vacuuming. I mean, I have my vacuum back. At least I have that.