Dee

I'm A Slob

I’m a slob. I have a guest room in my house, but it’s out of order because it’s knee deep in junk. My dirty laundry has been in the hamper for so long, it has a birthday. One would think I hoarder unopened mail with the piles of it dispersed throughout the kitchen. When I turn the fan on, a cloud of dust wafts off the book shelves. I don’t like living in filth, but I also hate cleaning. I’m not wealthy enough to hire a live-in butler, but I want my home to look like I can.