So, today, I have made my mother proud. I mopped the kitchen floor, cleaned off the refrigerator, organized the photos and magnets and other not-so-pertinent knick-shit-knacks on said fridge, I cleaned off the stove, I debated organizing/tackling the "junk" counter (saving it for later), and I organized the chemicals that I have on the top of the refrigerator.
And now it is sunny again.
Louie and Oliver have been casting uneasy looks at me (mostly Lou) for the last hour or so, apparently nonplussed by my manic cleaning. Get used to it, kids. I am sick and tired of living in a "house o' skank," a house that has dust everywhere and secretive grime. Oh, and dog hairs. I am sick of them, too.
To paraphrase (and I'm not quite sure that one can paraphrase an axiom), here's another of mi mamacita's axioms: "When your house is clean, it makes you feel so good." Sho nuff, C-Money, sho nuff.