"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."
-- Unknown
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

For the record....

Well, I'm buried in my bedroom under 14 feet of clothes.
I could drown in all this clutter, I suppose...
Sister Hazel
"Beautiful Thing"

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.

9 comments:

Diane said...

Well, at least he did it BEFORE you cleaned, right? Small favors, darlin', small favors ;)

Lacey said...

I think Toby was definitely trying to help. "Don't forget the rug!" isn't exactly easy to say when you're a pup, so he had to improvise. Gemini and Evie both do that to me all the time. Ha!

Jenners said...

And you want ANOTHER dog?????

Jenners said...

Oh...and re: your comment on my diet/exercise blog: That is so frustrating when you are doing everything right and it doesn't show up. Just keep going ... it will probably show up soon!

Jessica said...

my laundry that I did Sunday is still sitting on my living room floor if that makes you feel any better.. but alas.. it is folded.

Mel said...

My clean laundry piled on the chair in my bedroom is waving to yours in its baskets.

blueviolet said...

My house, your house, most every house....

Jen L. said...

Bad Toby! That is nasty. I spent almost 7 hours cleaning on Sunday. I saved mopping the kitchen until Monday night when Dean went to bed so it would be sparkly clean when the Manny got here. (Like he cares, right?) Last night, Dean dropped peas ALL OVER the place and of course, I stepped on one. So I'll be starting that little chore over again today. What will we do with our boys? :)

Anonymous said...

I think mom heard.
M