Remember my utility room? Remember how clean and sparkly it was?
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
It seems like we clean and clean, and then discover more stuff. We have to put it somewhere, right? And there's that lovely, clean space. It'll just be for a day or so.
I'll stop lying to myself. I'll stop cleaning. If you don't hear from me for two or three days in a row, send the Mounties. With a backhoe!