I have a dirty little secret.
This one in-particular has been hanging from our ceiling for probably 2 1/2 years. TWO AND A HALF YEARS.
Do not tell my mother. Or my Grandmother.
And it’s not just that one … I have cobwebs in most of the corners of my home. And I even have a special broom to remove them.
I like to call him my Butler. Because it feels good to order this object around. BUTLER! REMOVE THE COBWEBS OR ELSE! He doesn’t listen very often though, so I have to take control.
And control I do take. Let’s assess this awful situation shall we?
Now, Butler, get to work. We have cobwebs to attack.
No … not the floor, you’re the wrong kind of broom for the floor, Mister. Get up there.
Now it’s time to conquer Fred from the ceiling. It’s a sneak attack. I’m actually sad to see this constant little friend be destroyed. Sort of.
HELLO CEILING! GOODBYE FRED!
Oh, corners … how I’ve missed you.
You’re looking beautiful in this sunshine today.
Butler … you need a shower, but you get a cookie first.
So there you have it. My dirty little secret. Cobwebs. I have a hard time paying attention to those kind of details when I’m not at eye level with them, well, ever. Out of sight, out of mind is a theory my cleaning tactics have borrowed.
What about you? Do tell! Divulge the information! I know you want to. COME CLEAN.