Well, friends, I'm going to be honest with you. I am just back from a week at the beach. I understand that not everyone has the time or resources to take a vacation and I that I should be brimming with gratitude.
But let me you: what I'm feeling now is not gratitude. What I am feeling now is terror.
The dust bunnies have actually done it this time. They have taken over.
Here you see them devouring what was once a lovely needle-pointed cushion:
Here -- in an even bolder strike -- you see them chasing away the dog. She tried her best to fend them off, but they're monsters I tell you -- Monsters.
Most horrifying of all, here you see their devil minions coating my table. If you get close enough you can hear them coughing. They are so evil that they are even allergic to themselves.
On Facebook yesterday, I noted that I was staring down a messy house and my sister said that that was actually the title of Julia Roberts' newest movie: "Women Who Stare Down Messy Houses." Then she gave me this great advice -- advice that she always follows because she is an exemplary person. She said that you should clean your house before you go on vacation so that it will be nice and tidy when you get home.
Sigh.
Do I need to mention again that she is the exemplary sister?
I am the sister communicating with dirt. And I think it can use the Force.
Help me Obi Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.
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