Explain to me, please, how I can spend such few hours at home during the week (Monday through Saturday) and yet there is more housework to do on Sunday than I can possibly get done? Does the house dirty itself while I'm gone trying to make enough money to keep the utilities on? Not fair!
The math just doesn't add up. One person x 7 days should not equal four loads of laundry and two dishwashers full of dishes!
And please. Someone check out the peculiar smell in the kitchen for me. I'm afraid to look!
(Note: Please do not call adult protective services on me or code enforcement. Some statements could be slightly exaggerated for effect. Or not. And I'm not tellin'.)
Seriously. What IS THAT SMELL?
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Warning: Journalist doing math.
Hey, our unidentified smell in the garage that made Eames and Ice-T crazed any time I opened the door thereto turned out to be a mouse! Now, the smell that lingers is the ephemereal wafting scent of mouse-murdered-by-mousetrap.
Journalist doing math is better than journalist doing dishes, my friend!
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