I’m cleaning my house, already, quit reminding me.  I’ve yet to figure out how the place can stay clean all week, but the moment my husband gets a few days off the whole apartment goes to shit.  And I do mean “the moment”.  The second he walks in the door I’m all, “What the hell happened???”

And Jeebus forbid I leave it for two days straight.  Right now I’m up to my eyeballs in garbage.

I’m at a loss.  This defies all logic.  Three humans couldn’t possibly be this messy.

Must’ve been the cats…