Every time I move I get into this major cleaning mind set, and I go way over the top trying to clean everything to the point of being sold.

“Step right up, come look at the cleanest bathroom sink in Portland…’oh, shit there’s still tooth past in there‘…Better yet lets go look at how clean the windows are…“

I’m always so paranoid that the landlord is going to walk in with there nose up high like an English butler. But I dare say, I have cleaned it well. Still, I some how always get covered in a light haze of Bleach. This always gets me worried I’m going to get bleach in my mouth and then bleach in my stomach and then something bad will happen. Then I’ll have to tell the doctor, with mild shame, “I put my fingers in my mouth, yes, they were covered in bleach”.

So here it is in a nut shell, House is 75% clean, Boxes are Packed, Plain tickets are waiting and I smell like bleach.

We took the Christmas tree down today and decided to do a little cleaning. We pulled out the vacuum and went to town. The tree thing went okay and there were no hangup or anything. I just took it outside and drug it to the recycle spot.

The vacuum however was sounding kinda bad so I went to clean out the bottom. Im sure we’re all in this together, but where in the heck does all the hair come from? Seriously, I dont think I shed that much.

Im just curious though, if we all took the hair out of our vacuums and made a ball (kinda like a rubberband ball) how big would be?