There Are No Words...

So i moved into the heavyweight house.
ahem.
Yeah.

And i know what you're thinking. Shut UP amanda. shut up NOW before someone there reads this and you have to live in the tanks for the next three days like a mole person whilst avoiding the janitorial staff (they're vicious).

But the truth cannot be silenced.

And i have to admit i should have known.





A house where this happens

And this:

An a little bit of this

would inevitably lead to this:

OK fine, so this is a bit of an exaggeration.

...In real life that plate on the floor in the middle isn't there.

But seriously, it took about four hours, two bottles of extra-strong cleaning solvent, five large trash bags, and several hundred four letter words offered in hushed tones for Matt "the tallest person I've seen in real life" Ramlow and me to clean the kitchen and bathroom.

But hey, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.

At the end of it all i still had a place to sleep.

And a year old frozen lasagna for dinner.