Spring Cleaning

It's been a flurry of action Chez Butch for the last few days. When M-C moved out she, of course, took some of her stuff with her. Leaving delicious gaps in the cupboards waiting to be filled.

Except you can't just move shit around, or, if you're going to be moving shit around, and hey, it's spring anyway, why not clean the cupboards as well as reorganizing them.

Then because you are standing on the counter to clean the top shelf of the cupboard, you will notice how dirty the top tops are. Not only dirty, but greasy dirty. You will be grossed out, and you will have to wash them down before you start anything.

This will make you think of the range hood, and how it must look if the tops of the cupboards look like this. It will turn out to be not so bad as you might think, mostly because you don't turn the fans on much because you don't much like the noise. Which is why the tops of your cupboards are disgusting.

Eventually, you will think it's a good idea to pull everything out from under the sink, because it's poorly organized under there, and why, for god's sake, are you incapable of throwing out a single piece of fabric, let me tell you that not *every* tshirt needs to become a "dust rag," nor do you need 4 "cleaning toothbrushes," and by the way, it is not 1932, and also you can stop hoarding elastics.

In the end, you will end up at bedtime with your dust rags all over the floor, the air stinking of orange degreaser and almost smoking lard, the last load of laundry half put away, and the wet load still in the washer.