CLEANING HOUSE

My plans to get outside this weekend and let the weeds know I'm really ready to take them on somehow just didn't materialize. Two sunny days provided many hours of opportunity, but the interior of the house screamed "CLEAN ME, PLEASSSSSEE!!"

There were all sorts of reasons to listen to the house's pleas:

~a rather obnoxious smell wafting from my closet...

~white cat hair all over the house (from two rambunctious kittens who leave a trail of snow-like fur wherever they go bouncing) that sticks to one's clothes and causes an invasion of sneeze-producing dust bunnies in every knook and cranny...

~ mounds of dirt all around from a month or longer without dusting....

~muddy cat and dog footprints that lend an interesting but gritty, irritating design on the floor...

~rapidly multiplying bathroom grunge that can no longer be overlooked...

The result: I spent the weekend cleaning the house, and the weeds grew another 6". Oh well...