Very interesting turn of thread: Housekeeping.
If a woman's housekeeping skills are a window to her soul, then how do we interpret the following:
Passionately keeping the kitchen spotless (even to the point of cleaning water spots from the sink) but stuffing the drawers until they cannot be opened, filling the pantry so nothing can be found, and hap-hazardly filling the freezer with, of all things, bread.
BTW, I've become something of a minimalist, showering at the healthclub, and generally "living" at work, visiting home daily, primarily as a guest on his hygenically best behavior, careful not to use the kitchen at all and cooking outside, sleeping without the sheet because I'd not otherwise be able to correctly reconstruct the bedding, and exiting the toilet chanting the mantra: "lid up, seat down; lid up, seat down; lid up, seat down."
Tales from the Twilight Zone,
Samson
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