*Blink*
I’d been feeling unsettled lately because my place was in a bit of disarray. Too many evenings away from home sometimes leave me feeling like this and I could tell my place needed a thorough scrub down. I groused about it earlier via instant message to the Ballerina earlier today. A few hours later, I reported in that I had just cleaned the floor and felt measurably better. Here’s how the conversation went:
RandomEsq: “Dude, floors are disgusting.”
The Ballerina: “scrubbing floors periodicially is so soothing.
…it’s like masturbation.”
*Blink*
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.