Words to live by

[ksmith]

To Hell With It. Cobwebs festooning the corners? Dust pumas under the bed? Floors that crunch underfoot? So what? The laundry goes from body to hamper to washer to clothes basket to body again without being sidetracked into closet or drawer. No problem. Why scrub down the stove and the counters? They’ll only get dirty again. Okay, we stop short of being shut down by the Board of Public Health. But who gives a rat’s backside if the linens match? And making the bed? Please. Life is too short.

And I have novels to write.

I was bad and printed the climax first. Sort of like eating dessert before dinner. But the rest of the post is here, and is well worth your time.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

Comments

[barbarienne.livejournal.com]

I could never understand why people make the bed. Maybe if you have guests coming over and you want it to look nice when you give them a tour of the house. I admit it's a nice treat when I come home on a day the cleaning people have been in and my bed is made. But then I have to completely dismantle it, because I don't actually sleep in a made bed. My 8 million pillows don't go under my head, and I prefer a twin-size blanket regardless of the size of the bed, rotated 90° so my feet can stick out and I have extra to pile up behind me.

I wish I were better about putting away my laundry, but yeah, it usually lives on the drying racks until I wear it. I hate closets and dressers--I can't be arsed to open doors and drawers. I have not found them effective at keeping the dust off, so why bother?

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

I leave the covers turned down so the sheets can air. The joys of occasional night sweats. (TMI apology inserted here).

I do hang up my clothes in the closets. Ironing is where I fall down--a shirt has to be really rumpled for me to iron it.