Cover me, I’m going in!

Okay, is it just me or is everybody’s house looking like someone called in an air strike? I mean, this is nuts. How is it that a house, cleaned by none other than Consuela, The High Priestess of Pine-Sol, can devolve into something the CDC would worry over?

And just when I was about to mutate into The Law, I stomp up stairs to find this…my babies. Sitting side-by-side (acutally touching each other), and watching cartoons.

I decided the housecleaning could wait.