It’s not dirty or anything, but it’s adult, so I’ll put it in the extended entry…
“Did you ever notice that bleach smells like sperm?”
Haaaaaahahahahaha. “No. No, I never noticed that. But I do have to blog that an anonymous friend of mine said that to me.”
“They’ll totally know it was me!”
“They won’t think it’s you!”
“Anyway, go put some bleach on your hands and then smell your hands and see if you agree.”
“I have no reason to do that.”
“Just to see if you agree!”
“I have no reason to put bleach on my hands and no reason to clean anything, because I’m not having company today!”
And that, peeps, is the truth. I vacuumed this morning because the movers were coming. I dusted Thursday because the dog spa people were coming to take the couch. I vacuumed the guest room Friday night because writersblock and sherlock were ready to go to bed, and why would I be on time with preparations?
Maybe someday soon I’ll have use for bleach and be able to make a comparison. I guess we have to have company again.