Dammit. I come from a family that strongly believes that the family that stays in hotels stays together. My cousin, however, is poor and since he amuses me, I'll give him a break, but tragically this means that I must FIND my floor. When was the last time I cleaned? Holy dust bunnies Batman, I don't think I've seriously cleaned since last August. I've only been doing basic maintenance, you know, occasional dish washing and toilet scrubbing.
But now I have to find my vacuum under all the bras that have inexplicably chosen to roost on it (it's a great place to dry things, go fig) and do the damn dishes. Ohh...the humanity! This is why I live alone!