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theweaselkingUntil I owned a house, I never understood "spring cleaning".
But now, three years in a row, I've been all "the ice is receding OH GOD THAT IS NOT A CARPET THAT IS CAT HAIR WITH A CARPET CHASER".[1]
The first year I chalked it up to the place we bought actually being, uh, kinda not clean when we took possession, so spring was my first real chance to drag out all the crap from the garage and the storage room and throw it out, and hey while I was doing that why not?
The second year, we'd just gotten a dog and dog hair was everywhere.
This year, I'm pretty sure my only excuse left is demonic possession. So yesterday, on my day off, I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, master bathroom, master bedroom[2], upstairs hallway, and made stew[3].
Today I came home from work and basically steam-cleaned my car, and my office is next.
Tomorrow, the library. Friday, ZE WORL^W^W the living room. In a few weeks once it's really warm and the streets are clear, the garage is getting *bleached*, and as soon as the snow melts the back yard is TOTALLY getting gardenzored.
I have become domestic.
[1]: This is largely not an accurate description. Nothing was *that* bad, except the spot in the library where the sun hits JUUUUUUST right and Angus likes to lie and groom himself. That? was growing its own whole new cat.
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torrain arrived home to find her side of the bed COMPLETELY covered in her stuff, all freshly cleaned but placed there for her to put away.
[3]: Hey,snakey, you know what North American Guinness is good for? COOKING. Mmmmm, s t o o spells stew.
But now, three years in a row, I've been all "the ice is receding OH GOD THAT IS NOT A CARPET THAT IS CAT HAIR WITH A CARPET CHASER".[1]
The first year I chalked it up to the place we bought actually being, uh, kinda not clean when we took possession, so spring was my first real chance to drag out all the crap from the garage and the storage room and throw it out, and hey while I was doing that why not?
The second year, we'd just gotten a dog and dog hair was everywhere.
This year, I'm pretty sure my only excuse left is demonic possession. So yesterday, on my day off, I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, master bathroom, master bedroom[2], upstairs hallway, and made stew[3].
Today I came home from work and basically steam-cleaned my car, and my office is next.
Tomorrow, the library. Friday, ZE WORL^W^W the living room. In a few weeks once it's really warm and the streets are clear, the garage is getting *bleached*, and as soon as the snow melts the back yard is TOTALLY getting gardenzored.
I have become domestic.
[1]: This is largely not an accurate description. Nothing was *that* bad, except the spot in the library where the sun hits JUUUUUUST right and Angus likes to lie and groom himself. That? was growing its own whole new cat.
[2]:
torrain arrived home to find her side of the bed COMPLETELY covered in her stuff, all freshly cleaned but placed there for her to put away.[3]: Hey,
snakey, you know what North American Guinness is good for? COOKING. Mmmmm, s t o o spells stew.