ABOUT ME

About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Wordless Wednesday: You know it's time...



...to vacuum when your guests' socks start growing mullets.

Ehaw!

8 comments:

Lindy said...

This is why I don't have hardwood floors.

SLColman said...

While I love my wood floors, I hate that they require constant vigilance!! LOL

kyooty said...

Why oh why did they invade the dustbunny space?

Mama Badger said...

Yup, a classic case of tumble fur. I don't invite people without pets over. They just don't understand. Especially in summer.

Jen said...

Pretty much what my house looks like.

Pricilla said...

Nah! It's just another layer to keep you warmer!

Otter Thomas said...

Awesome. Socks with mullets. Before our dogs were banished that was a common occurrence at our house.

Maggie said...

One of the things I love about carpet is this is less likely to happen. I do miss my hardwood floors though!