Weâ€™ve let the house go too long. It was innocent, deciding to rest a day here and there instead of cleaning, but it has gotten out of control.
The crumbs on the kitchen floor are painful little caltrops to any not in steel boots. The mold on the floor challenges you before you can pass into the next room. The dishes emit a foul odor that surely breaks some part of the Geneva Convention. The range top is so crusted, you can cook right on it instead of the risers over the burners. Empty recyclables line the walls like a polydipsicâ€™s proud bottle collection. Dirty dishes mound up over the counters, window sills, sink basins, and dishwasher
Good thing I bought that flamethrower.