I got my clean on today. I mean, really got it on. I put my hair in a practical, yet trendy, ponytail, and got bizZAY. Floors, walls, tubs and cabinets-- I showed no mercy. I wasn't this way as a kid, you know. My mother can attest to that fact. Just call her. Seriously. She'll tell you, with little or no prompting. I didn't mind letting the laundry pile up - or cups sit in my room until they sprouted legs and ran into the kitchen to scald themselves clean. Poor mom. Gross. And those dishes were in therapy for years, those dirty little things.

But now, I can't stand for things to pile up on me. I long for the sweet smell of Murphy's Oilsoap. I adore clean counters and tidy junk drawers. I am downright giddy over a sparkling bathroom, and if I can catch my reflection in the faucet handles, I get verklempt. It's so nice to have a clean house, my mood improves and I feel productive and optimistic. I don't like putting it off until later anymore-- and believe me, I used to take great pleasure in putting it off. I was the epitome of procrastination. But one day, it just clicked. I'm happier when my space is tidy. I don't necessarily enjoy the work more, but the rewards are definitely worth the effort. Wait a second--- this is one of those Life Lessons, isn't it? Cool!! All that stuff my parents said was relevent!!

Aw, Shannon grew up! They should make an afterschool special about my journey to cleanliness. It really is a touching story.

Anyway, that was my Saturday, in all it's glory.

And..... Publish.

Brilliant. That's a wrap, people. Good blogging, well done. See you next week, and don't forget to see wardrobe on your way out.