It got THAT bad

You know when your house gets so dirty that you don’t even want to call housekeepers to rescue you, because you don’t want them to see how bad it got?  (What?  You don’t know what I’m talking about?  Well, everyone else does!)

So anyway, THAT happened.  Complete with a mouse trap that had nothing but mouse fur in it.  Ewww!  I know!  How did that happen?  I don’t know!  John is in charge of mouse trapping and he’s on a business trip.  I just found it.  (No, sorry, no picture, come on, that’s gross!)

We just got too busy. We went on a 2-week driving trip and then got home and had to sell and buy houses (our sale fell through yesterday, btw, so I’m SCRAMBLING to rescue our contingent purchase, but that that’s for a different post.)  So then the weed emergency happened.  And now John is on yet another business trip.  Luckily.  Because he’s going to get home and all the furniture is going to be rearranged.  Because who can clean without rearranging furniture?

He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t come home to find a new pet CAT!  Because…CAT FUR IS BETTER THAN MOUSE FUR!

No, I didn’t actually adopt this cat, it’s just a picture off the internet.  BUT YOU CAN TELL JOHN I DID!