When I am in town, we have a fairly clean apartment. Granted, it gets pretty scary when I am not around, but as long as it is clean when I am here, I am happy. In order to completely bypass any possible home conflict and generally make my life more pleasant, I have a lovely lady who cleans our apartment. She comes when I get into town (poor her!) and then generally every other week when I am around. She does routine stuff, unless I ask for something extra, like the stove or whatever.
So then, with my generally clean apartment, I’d like to know what the f*&k happens in the 9 square feet under Fridge LaFleur... I noticed a dust bunny peaking out from under Fridge and decided to move her and clean underneath. Seriously, it looked like several people lost control of their bodily functions and died right there in the 3cm gap between the floor and Fridge’s underpan. Plus, there was enough hair to stuff a mattress. How does this even happen? I simply don’t understand.
Anyhow, this is what I get myself into when Ron works late. Don’t even get me started on the ceiling.
On another note, my new house was delivered yesterday (ie my tent), and there was a large piece of brown paper in the package. Kitty's favorite!