My kitchen is...dirty...*cries*

Sooo...I have to mop up three washrooms, broom the kitchen, mop that too and fix our cracktastic vacuum so I can vacuum.


Did I mention I made the horrifying discovery that what I thought was coffee shreds/remenants of my dad's coffee-making are actually little buggy things that are making me stay out of the kitchen right now? Yeah. *flails* I could broom them up, or I could drown them all in a toxic soapy mix of Mr. Clean. <-still has to broom up the other random stuff on the floor before she can mop


I hate bugs. Even little itty bitty ones....

Oh and I'm applying for a job at the Saddledome =O