Clutter

Clutter, clutter, clutter. It's everywhere! Clutter! I'm just a pinch beyond laughing, nearing the region of Sobs when I say this. Didn't I pick up the papers, the magazines, the books, and the toys just this morning? There's a poltergeist in here, I swear! You know, like in Poltergeist when the family notices the chairs aren't the way they left them, then they move them back to their proper location, turn their backs for a hair of a second, and then turn around again. Those damn chairs are on the table again! It's a raised arm hair kind of creepy. At the same time, I bet that family felt a might bit annoyed when it kept happening. Yes, indeedy. That's the feeling I get when I see the clutter-back syndrome going on in my home.

I need a remedy remedy remedy remedy remedy....

-The Black Crowes

Ok. I need to arm everyone, my self included, with a touch of will power and a bottle of elbow grease.

Or get a maid!