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View Article  How Clean is your House?

I found a new TV show. For the first time, I actually watched a show on the Lifetime Television Network. TV for girls...

How Clean is your House features Kim and Aggie, two lovely, spiffy, and anal retentive British ladies, who go to homes that should (no joke) be condemned due to filth and mental illness of the inhabitants. It's a new home each week.

They proceed to inspect the home, on camera, while pointing out all the disgusting, filthy features of some slob's home. This is not an exaggeration.

If you ever need validation as a sane human being, watch this show.

"Jane" lives in what appears to be a fairly new California-type townhome, which must have been insanely expensive.

Jane is a fitness buff. She is in good shape physically. To look at her, she looks sane. I'll bet people see her working out and think, "I wish I could be like her...". If I recall correctly she is a teacher, and if so, she should have been fired after this show being aired. She should work with neither children or impressionable people of any age.

After working out, Jane spends a lot of time chewing gum. Apparently when she is done chewing, she lets it just fall out of her mouth where it may, as there was gum all over the carpet and floors.

From the looks of her home, Jane does not know what either a closet or a trash can is as her clothes and trash are spread in an even layer throughout her home.

Kim and Aggie come through with the obligatory black light and find bacteria or bodily fluids (or whatever a black light finds) all over Jane's fridge, toilet, etc. They find a whole freezer burned rotisserie chicken in her fridge, not wrapped up or anything. It looks like it flew in and met a terrible fate. Jane explains weakly, "If I ever got sick, I figured I could eat the chicken". Yeah, Jane. Eat that chicken and die! Not a single container in Jane's fridge had a lid on it, and half of the containers looked as though they had thrown up, probably after seeing the rotisserie chicken.

Kim and Aggie take swabs of Jane's house surfaces for bacterial testing. Jane's refrigerator had 430 times as many germs as her toilet, which was totally brown up to the water line.

Hey Jane, how about some hand soap? How about some Sani-Flush?

Why in the world would you subject yourself to such public humiliation? My bathroom trash can is cleaner than your toothbrush!

View Article  The Scribbler strikes again...

Our house served a brief stint as a rental.

It's had a rather sad history.

First, David and LD's mom lived here but that didn't work out (not just the housing situation, but the marriage...)

Then came the age of the renters.

Enter The Scribbler!

The Scribbler lived here for about a year. She was six or so, cute little girl. From what I can understand she was hard of hearing, and that her mom had not yet learned to sign "Don't scribble on everything". All I can vouch for is that she scribbled on almost every flat surface in the house...

No joke... Every flat or semi-flat surface. Porous and non-porous. Vertical and horizontal.

This included the inside of the dishwasher... most of the walls (at least she was short so just the bottom half)... some of the doors... inside the closet... the bottom of the desk drawer... the front of the kitchen cabinets... inside the toilet (yes, really)...

The Scribbler...

When the lease was up The Scribbler's family painted the bottom half of the house in a similar shade of white and then moved into the house next door while the family decided what to do next as far as housing. We'd see The Scribbler from afar every once in a while with scribbling implement in hand.

One weekend, after The Scribbler's family moved on, the neighbors had a big ol' painting party.

Thanks to The Scribbler!