Well, I'm buried in my bedroom under 14 feet of clothes.
I could drown in all this clutter, I suppose...
My house is disgusting. I've watched way too many episodes of House lately and done way too few chores.
My closet is cluttered and unorganized. I have clean laundry sitting in baskets in my room because I've been too lazy to fold them. I have unrecognizable food in my fridge.
It's time for a deep clean.
Oh, how I long for a dishwasher.
Wish me luck. I'm off to make my home a little more habitable.
Shhh... don't tell my mother I let things get this bad.
NICE. As I was typing this post, Toby puked all over the living room rug. GROSS. Guess I can add "Scrub the rug with carpet cleaner" to my list of chores.