Clean, Clean, Clean

I cleaned my room. It no longer looks like I'm getting ready to install the pen for the pigs. There's a show on BBC where these two ladies come in, and they clean your house on camera, and do little swab tests so they can tell you that you have E. coli or some lovely deadly fungus growing on your stove, or in your bathroom sink. Then the person they are helping giggles all cute like, because isn't it funny that there is death growing on the surface on which they prepare their food? Besides testing their fungi for them, they also shovel through the piles and piles of paper, unfinished knitting projects, beer bottle collections, etc that people keep in their living areas instead of using them to do things like sit, or live.

That is what my room was starting to look like. If there was any E. coli growing I have cleaned it. The ten million pieces of paper, and clothes, and books, and possibly a beer bottle collection-- you never know--has been cleared away, put away, and possibly thrown away or recycled. It smells like candles and cleaner in here instead of... E. coli? What does E. coli smell like?

I feel like a brand new woman. Also if you come over I won't have to body slam you to keep you from looking in my room. Just don't look under my bed.