Spoiled Beyond Belief

When I left for work today, there were dishes piled in the sink. The floors were a mess. The whole downstairs smelled of stale beer and cigarettes from the weekend. I had several shirts hanging on the drying line from when I did my own laundry on Saturday.

When I got home from work, the kitchen was clean, the floors were clean, the house smelled just fine, and my shirts were nicely ironed and folded and waiting for me in a basket.

I effing love it here.