Some days I feel that I’m not unfucking enough. Some days I look around and think, “Look at all the shit you’ve done!” I choose to lean towards the positive side. My meager progress is very encouraging and it’s certainly better than what I was living with before. I’ve even got my boyfriend on the program, sort of. He doesn’t like setting the timer, BUT last week he totally unfucked the dining room (which was filled with 90% of his shit) in 20 minutes. After he chipped in, and bitched about the timer thing, he rattled off this and that thing that needed a home. Yeah, he’s totally falling for it. Tonight we even got into an argument over who wanted to wash the dishes. Not over who didn’t wash the dishes, over who apparently got the privilege to wash the dishes. Sorcery!
I’ve decided I want to post after pics today, because they’re very encouraging for me. This weekend I moved the furniture and actually kicked some serious dust bunny ass. Look at that bright, clean floor, completely devoid of cat toys and dirt. Mad props to the Rubbermaid Reveal mop. That thing is great.

Wait does the app work on an iPod?