Anyone?...anyone?
So I looked around my living room last night and I was struck by how brown it was. Wood everywhere. Not good wood, either--just old, dusty, distinctly un-charming wood.
My house has potential. I don't mean to complain, I really don't. It's just that between the wood and the nonexistent closets and the sloping floors, added together with the crackhead, drug-dealing neighbor...well, let's just say I'm not feeling the love.
This morning, I looked around and realized my lack of love was leading me to ignore basic housekeeping. Like, the kind where your mother in law would call Code Enforcement on you if she visited. Thus, I got off my bum and started scrubbing the kitchen. I found petrified Cheerios under the microwave and I haven't bought those in at least a month. Later, I went out and bought flowers to spruce up the place. Tulips. I love tulips.
