Look Ma, I Cleaned

Last week I tackled a job sorely in need of doing. SORELY.

I cleaned my pantry. After a gpring of headaches and a summer of not wanting to miss a moment of good weather it looked like what I would imagine a fraternity pantry might look like if they were big on stocking up on sale items.


It was horrendous. I wouldn't even let the boys in it for fear I might lose them in the rubble.


And because I love you, I even took pictures of it for you. After viewing it I promise you will feel much much better about yourselves and the state of your homes.











The gasp you just heard was my mother's shock that I would post this disaster out there on the world wide web thing-y. I truly have no shame. I promise, she did raise me better.


That's not enough proof for you? How about this? Somewhere in the wreckage was this.


Yep, so messy I lost a bar of dark chocolate. Which is pretty miraculous because my chocolate sensor is a finely tuned instrument. There has to be fair bit of debris for me to miss it.


After a full day of completely ignoring my kids, look at what I did.


Well what do you know. There is a floor in there. Isn't it purty? I must confess, it is rather sad how happy this pantry makes me now. And if that isn't proof of geek, I don't know what is.