Slowly, over the weeks, I've noticed a steady build-up of clutter. It all starts off as innocent flirtation, Hiiii, cute little pile of chaos...wanna sit on my floor? I betcha do. And then it ends up a full scale melodrama. Chaos! I feel smothered! I must seek comfort in the arms of other clutter, in another room. We're star-crossed and fated. But I'll always love you. Don't! For a minute more! Think that my straying means there's something wrong with you. You're the sweetest chaos I've ever loved.
And so it goes. Mistresses of mess in every room.
Tomorrow, there shall be a team; a team of carpet cleaners to invade our home. And to assist their burly machines of steam cleaning efficiency, I need to erradicate all piles, stacks, clusters, clutters, chaos, and mess. So, today shall be a day of heartbreak for the clutters I've loved. Stack 'em and leave 'em, I always say.
Clutter's last stand!
Posted by: Walter | on April 6, 2006 01:32 PM