What a busy two weeks. Harley and I are both exhausted. Him more so:
Now, I’m sure this is just a guy delivering phone books:
But I see a ton of junked-up cars in my neighborhood which remind me of the people on A&E’s Hoarders show.
I am sprawled on the bathroom floor. Blood is everywhere.
The “no mess” mouse trap that I bought is in fact, very messy. Sure, I cannot see the dead mouse in the trap’s chamber, but the trap is swimming in a pool of blood.
The trap is strategically placed under my bath tub, so I have to crawl on the floor to wipe up the pool of stinky mouse blood. Ick.
Cleaning was the theme of the week. My apartment got the complete pre-semester scrub. I changed the vase water, washed sheets and clothes, and shampooed the carpets.
I also scrubbed my kitchen, replaced tiles, and finally hauled in the tumblers that collected in my trunk during the semester:
School starts tomorrow so I’m scrambling to get all my supplies and cleaning done for the semester.
This involved yet another furniture move – which is the last one for the semester, I swear.
Oh, and although I’m no Rachel Zoe, I do have a little wall of shoes going on.
There’s actually a bit of a back story to the cleaning frenzy, which I will explain later.
I’m making birthday plans with Jack & Company over the phone:
Jack: “Should I just come over at 10 before we go out? I want to see the dog!”
Me: “Erm. I have to clean my apartment first.”
Jack: “You are NOT cleaning your apartment on your birthday!”
Me: “Oh, yes I am!”
Jill made a surprise visit to the apartment today.
Jill: “OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT SMELL?”
Me: “What?”
Jill: “ Why does it smell like that? Ugh, what is that?”
Me: “I just finished mopping with febreeze water… you’re not overwhelmed by freshness?”
Jill: “I’m overwhelmed, but not by freshness. I feel like someone tossed me into Martha Stewart’s dryer or something… ugh. This is truly horrible.”