So I've been insane about cleaning crazy stuff lately (closets that haven't been opened in months, cabinets, contemplating powerwashing the exterior...) and I kept saying it was like nesting, like a pregnant woman does when she gets close to delivering. You know, the house has to be spotless for the arrival of such an important person! Ya think maybe it was some weird ESP thing, like subconsciously I suspected the arrival of the newspaper people?
Yeah, me either. Sorry, just trying to find excuses for my sudden insanity and OCDism. And lord knows I've got a ton of things that I should have been cleaning other than closets no one will ever see. Pffft. Why wasn't I steam cleaning my carpets or de-lacing my corners!?
Yeah, y'all might not be seeing much of me, I've just thought up about 3000 hours worth of cleaning projects that simply must be done!