And so it begins....

Tonight as I look around the house, I feel like Alice must have felt when she fell down the rabbit hole. I look around and nothing is familiar. Gone are the comforting piles of familiar stuff lovingly placed with tender care. No stacks of old magazines full of inspiring projects I'll never get to. No old papers waiting to be sorted. No half full bottles of lotions and potions filling the void under sinks.

What is this strange place all freshly washed and buffed? What silly creatures live thus? How can they move freely without having piles and rubble to hide behind should the need arise? Where is the thrill in creeping to the sink for water at night with no threat of broken limbs or stubbed toes?

How can they breath lemony fresh air and not wish for a few dust bunnies to scamper out and play?

The flowers are weeded and everything is swept, organized and arranged. No clutter. Saints preserve us...there is no clutter!

Clearly we have entered the land of HOUSE4SALE where all must be kept in perpetual cleanliness. Oh Lord, give me strength to tame the wild beasts roaming this land with only one thought...ESCAPE! I jest not. They live solely to mess; seeking out anything which can be left in haphazard abandon.

But, for this one night, they are in bed and all is calm, quiet, and clean. Awwwww. I may be high from the cleaning fumes but I suspect I may have to hide just a few dustballs back under the bed. Man wasn't meant to live on Pledge alone.