Could Someone Please Tell Me....
Why is it that I can spend an entire Friday morning and afternoon cleaning the house, getting ready for my parents to visit, only to have the house fit to be declared a national disaster area by Sunday afternoon? Why is it that having a birthday party for a five-year-old at a location other than your own house is supposed to cut down on the mess and clean-up in your home, but simply bringing a pile of presents in the door after said party causes the house to resemble the aftermath of a circus anyway? Why is it that toys today come packaged in plastic you need industrial strength garden shears to open, are tied to cardboard packaging with 300 twist-ties per half-inch, and have no volume controls?
posted by Smithee @ 7:38 PM
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These are mysteries of the universe.
Through the years, my wife and I have found ourselves equally mystified by them.
Paul Simon used to sing, "Everything put together, sooner or later falls apart." A corollary of that clearly must be, "Everything cleaned, especially in anticipation of guests, will be dirtier and more cluttered than it was before the cleaning within the space of three days." No wonder some people simply give up the fight. They're probably the ones who, unbeknownst to family and friends, have accumulated huge estates when they die: With all their time freed from mundane chores like cleaning, they're able to make fortunes in gold and pork bellies.
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