Evicting dust bunny squatters

I generally don’t like Sundays much. Sunday is the day I run my errands and do laundry, preparing for my return to the work week. This way of thinking means I have only one day out of seven that I like. And that be Saturday. Saturdays I sleep late, get up, shower and go do fun stuff. Except this Saturday wasn’t that kind of Saturday.

After 12 years (maybe more) of sleeping on the same mattress, and waking up for the past year holding my back feeling all decrepit, I have purchased a new bed.  Yes, one of those fancy new fangled queen pillowtop mattresses and a low-profile box spring. I don’t want a tall bed. I want to fall into bed, not climb up. They will be delivering my bed next Saturday so I decided I would clean my bedroom really well so that it would be ready for the new purchase . Ok, in all honesty, I cleaned it so I wouldn’t be embarassed in front of the delivery guys. Not only did I have to hide my porn and sex toys put away tons of folded clothes, but I had all kinds of stuff stored under my old bed. My house doesn’t have much closet space so I had stored stuff under there I had forgotten I had. My high school yearbooks, a couple of really cool expensive kites, and some forgotten and abandoned sex tapes workout weights and equipment. Oh, and a colony of dust bunnies. The mutated scary kind that were part dust, part cat hair, part unidentifiable. Domestic Goddess I’m not. Besides, only boring people, or ones suffering from OCD clean under their beds, right? Yeah, it just proves I’m exciting and lazy mentally stable.

It took me almost six hours to get that room spic and span. I was so tired last night I skipped the treadmill and, yes, fell into bed. I woke up this morning holding my back and shuffling around for a few hours, then off to do my Sunday errands. But my mind’s at ease knowing those judgemental delivery men won’t be turning their sweaty noses up at my housekeeping. Now they will just think I’m a boring obsessive compulsive woman. I can live with that.

Here’s a pic of the strawberry pie I made to reward myself for a job well done. No. I won’t be skipping the treadmill tonight.

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