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There is so much laundry (both clean and dirty) lying about that the line between the two is blured. We are digging through baskets, and random piles for clothes to wear. It’s like the lottery, only instead of money it’s more like “aaawwwww YEAH! I got me two socks that match. WOOT!”

The hamster is stinkier than ever, the toys have pland a coupe against me, and the downstairs loo will rival the unisex bathroom at the exon on Green St.

See, oddly enough my husband actually likes it when I let things go because he himself is a recovering slob. He has been in the J.E. Wicker treatment center for almost seven years, and tends to enjoy the ocasional backslide.

So, what do I do? I go stalk the clearance at Target, and blog. Gahhh!]]>

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