And then I take a look around, realize that no one in their right mind would choose to live like this, my mother's genes scream at me from the recesses of my brain, and I clean some more.
Saturday, January 14
Reality Check
At some point in my cleaning the house for company, I inevitably come to the decision that it's pompous of me to try to make my home into something it's not. I convince myself that by putting my house into an order that disobeys everything that I stand for as a person is dishonest and wrong, and that I should instead be zen about the way I live. I decide to let things be.
And then I take a look around, realize that no one in their right mind would choose to live like this, my mother's genes scream at me from the recesses of my brain, and I clean some more.
And then I take a look around, realize that no one in their right mind would choose to live like this, my mother's genes scream at me from the recesses of my brain, and I clean some more.
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DUDE! Where's my hat (pattern)?
It looked lovely.
When I see a messy house (mine), I think to myself, "how wonderful! this person has a life/children/dogs/a job".
And yours ain't so bad sistah. I've seen MUCH much worse. Yours looks happily lived in.
Yeah. Um.
Those pictures were taken after the remedial cleaning.
And thank you, Jess. I just didn't want to make you gag. That was my only goal.
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