Say What?

You may have already seen the news article that has left me speechless.

I am gobsmacked.

A dead female body was discovered under a bed in a hotel. It appears to have been there about five years. That's right.Half a decade.

And nobody noticed??

I, even I, Queen of the Unclean, would have noticed. (Okay, I'm not queen. Probably don't even qualify for anyone in the court, because I have seen some houses, if you know what I mean...but I thought it sounded good.)

Have you ever NOT looked under the bed in a hotel or motel? Really? We always do because we lose junk and want to make sure it ain't under there.

So, let me get this straight.

For five freaking years, no cleaning person looked under the bed.

For five years, no customer looked under the bed.

The guy who found the body said he dropped the TV remote and couldn't find it, so he looked under the bed and found the body.

The police pulled the hotel records for the past five years, and there are right at 1,000 complaints about that room - first about the bad smell - (ya think?) then about an eerie feeling, so strong that some folks even demanded a different room in the middle of the night.

No joke.

One of the cleaning ladies said she complained about the smell for a long time and management told her to spray FreBreeze.

Why didn't she look under the bed?

Management says they don't clean under the beds, it is a waste of time. The maids are instructed to vacuum around the edges of the bed and "sanitize" the room.

RIGHT. Sanitize.

Just ignore the DEAD ROTTING BODY UNDER THE BED.

For crying out loud.

I'm Givin' It Up!

I swan, I am givin' up house cleanin' forever.

A few months ago we decided to have the tabletop of our kitchen table redone. After twenty-seven years of meals, bill paying, card playing, board games, homework, and propped elbows during intense conversations, there were places that were worn to the bare wood.

So, off it went. We hauled my work table from the sun room and dumped everything in there in baskets and buckets and on the floor. Chaos ruled.

The tabletop came back a few days ago. We let it air out some because there was still a faint odor and we plain didn't have time to fool with it all.

Today, we (meaning I) decided the time had come to get order back in the house.

This meant taking apart the table we'd been using to put back into the sun room. This table is very old and hand made, so if you take it apart and don't pay attention, it's very hard to get back together, one piece does not go anywhere at all, it goes one place.

Everything had to be moved out of the way. You have no idea.

The kitchen table had to be moved back into the kitchen and returned to its pedestal.

Then everything had to be put back in its place, out of buckets and baskets and floor and "I wonder where that is...."

The more we did, the more I saw needed doing.

It ain't worth it.

See, if you never get started, it's easier to gloss over the whole mess and ignore it.

Holy cow! How could I live in this nasty environment?

Oh! Daughter just brought in a meatball sub.

Things are looking up already.