Day 65 - Slovenliness is in the Eye of the Beholder

I freely admit that I'm a slob. House work and I are not good friends. We're more like nodding acquaintances. If you come to my place, do not expect to eat the floor, though I've never understood why you'd want to. Having said that, today I went to see my friend. Any stray guilt that I may have ever entertained due to my less than stellar cleaning habits were washed away instantly. I may be a slob but at least my place doesn't make me want to run screaming.

She has two cats and all of her furniture was covered in hair. I mean she had slip covers but they'd obviously not been cleaned in ages. It made me cringe internally to have to touch anything. I perched gingerly on the edge of one chair and wondered if I'd have to burn my clothes when I got home. So yes, I may be a slob but there's clearly a level of filth below which I'm not willing to descend.