Other things you think jeez...I'm becoming like _________(mother or father..oh yes this is not gender limited folks!)
I remember when my dad would get in this mood. He'd take a box and go around and ask us all what every little thing was and why it was out. If he didn't like our answer it went into the box..then into the garage. It was highly annoying. And still now, I know there are utensils in that garage (you stick it to him Julie!). Since then my dad has lightened up but now I start seeing that cleaning alter ego rear it's ugly head in me. I get the same tone of voice and ask the same questions that my dad did. I would get in these moods where I didn't care what time of day it was the floor must be vacuumed! (at least I didn't remove the carpet in the middle of the night) I've turned into my father...
So when my alter ego comes out..it comes out with avengence! I'm a pretty dang good cleaner (ahem anal) so I'm trying hard to relax about it..but something had to be done last Saturday. Something so gross, so evil..I had to get into my cleaning alter ego costume...
Yup..trash and leftover food from probably oh decades ago STINK! It was time to clean out the fridge and get rid of the food that was growing stuff that was growing stuff. It wasn't pleasant..but someone's gotta do it. And that was me. And I was amazing. And Brand took the trash out because it smelled like a fart.
The end.
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