Perhaps, If We Cleaned...

Over the past couple of weeks, as the weather has (FINALLY! THANK GOD IN HEAVEN!) cooled down, I've made the pleasant discovery that a few pairs of my pants are now too big (FINALLY! THANK GOD IN HEAVEN!).

Like, big enough that I can pull them on and off while they are fully fastened and zipped. So, it's time they go to good will.

Don't ask me how this happened, because it might reveal that we live like animals around here, but a pair of my now-too-big pants ended up on the living room floor instead of the good will pile, and Lucy has claimed them.

Like, really claimed them.

She spends time grooming them and laying around on them. She eyes them adoringly from her cage. And because I'm a total pushover, I don't have the heart to toss them into the good will pile. 

So, the dishes are piled up in the sink, spilling over onto the counter. G has been sneaking his dorky nerdy hobby paint stuff slowly into the living room, counting on the fact that I'm too exhausted to really put up a fight about it right now. Lucy has claimed her pile of old clothes on the floor. And I still haven't unpacked my suitcase from Vegas. I'd like to cook eggs for breakfast but I don't want to clean the pan. All my casual clothes are dirty, so I'm going to have to dress up and look nice today.

I'll give you all my King Sooper's coupons if you'll come over and tidy up. And by 'tidy up' I mean overhaul the house. Thanks.