Something my mom said when we were down visiting at Easter: “There’s nothing worse than an unmade bed or a sink full of dirty dishes.”
Then she proceeded to tell me a story about when I was a little kid, and a friend of hers had twins, and we all trekked over to meet the twins, and the lady and her husband, parents of newborn twins, had a sink full of dirty dishes, and it was so gross, and my mom has never stopped thinking about it to this day.
And now, I can’t stop thinking about that story, either. Only my thinking goes more along the lines of, “Mom, we are BOTH quite, quite fortunate that you only manage to make it up to Ottawa twice a year. TRUST ME.”
TurtleHead 
Man, that’s pretty harsh. Remind me not to invite your mother over.
It is odd though, I know Brainslie and I sometimes look around our crazy, cat fur covered apartment and wonder how long it will be before the landlord realises that we aren’t real adults, just kids playing house.
Oh my goodness, my mom says exactly the same thing!
I do hate a sink full of dirty dishes, but I never make my bed unless people are coming over.
Tee hee :).