i’m fascinating

sometimes i really amaze myself with my dichotomy.
i was busy cleaning my kitchen yesterday, trying to get the countertops and cupboards clean and sparkly. it just seemed a good day to get organized. i took out the garbage and cleared off the kitchen table. i even dusted a little and vacuumed. then i went to heat up something in the microwave.
you see, i don’t normally pay much attention to the interior of my nuclear appliance, but for some reason yesterday was the day to stop and ponder just how much of a hypocrite i am when it comes to cleanliness.
if you’ve ever lived with me for more than a couple days, you’ve probably figured out that i have a few household quirks. i’m no monica, but there are certain things around the house that, if they aren’t just so, drive me a little batty. it’s not ocd, but personal preferences. flat surfaces must usually be bare (unless they have carefully arranged piles stacked neatly upon them), towels must be hung up, shoes go under the kitchen table, toilet paper dispenses from under the roll, paper towels hang over the roll. if i had tile or hardwood floors, there would be a “keep it grit-free” stipulation as well (but my entire place is carpeted, so i get away with a lot there).
i dawned on me just how gross my microwave has gotten and how little i care. maybe it’s because neither i nor the items i put in it ever touch the inside of my microwave. i’m insulated from the slime by dishes and paper towels. or maybe it’s my monica-closet. the one thing i just let slide in order to remind me that i’m real. then again, that doesn’t explain why i let the shower get so gross…
so yeah, if you come over to visit, don’t judge me by the state of my microwave oven (click the picture to see just what you’re missing!).