I do stand very much in need of a major clean-up in my apartment. There are still unmanaged areas of stickiness from drink spills at my big party two months ago! And the landlord will be coming around in a couple of weeks, hopefully to renegotiate the lease for another year, or, ideally, two (I don't want to get kicked out on the eve of the Olympics!).
I was reminded of one of my favourite songs from the Dead Trolls' CD I mentioned at the start of the week, 'Mom's coming to my house'.
It's just your basic 'catalogue song', but the list of embarrassing things that need to be tidied away gets more and more outrageous:
"Hide the drugs, hide the butt plugs,
Cover up the pentagram with the rugs..."
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