A close friend of mine has a plaque on her wall that says "My home is clean enough to be healthy and messy enough to be happy."

I have to repeat this to myself a lot. I'm hardwired to be a perfectionist, but man, it sure sucks the fun right out of life!

I'm a Martha trying to be a Mary. Luke 10

Mine is very loud! But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I know people with immaculate homes, perfect meals, but it is not homey, you just don't feel the love.

I'm shocked!


that you use dishes

Yay! You've said what I think about my home, too!

I use the clean dishes right out of the washer then reload them once they are used up. Saves time putting them away just to drag them back out.

Pet owners live in denial, as if a "clean house with hairballs in it" is a real thing.

Not in denial at all - just love my furbabies and I'm happier for having them in my life.

Me too.

Who are you to judge whether the hairballs in my house are clean or dirty? Wouldn't that depend on how recently the 110 dalmations have had a bath?

Clean is a relative term, and like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

As far as I'm concerned, hairballs don't count as dirt provided they are on the floor and under furniture or in an innocuous corner.

This reminds me of the FB post RR Becca posted of the dancing hairball. It was hilarious!

Hairballs? Hairballs?!! I thought those were Tribbles?!

I think they are kin, Okie!

ComplyYouMust, Therapy Seek You Must

I don't see how a stray piece of dog fur is much different than a stray piece of human hair. We all shed, it just looks different.

Me three. They love me no matter what. They don't argue, they don't judge, they make me smile, and they take my mind off of the day!

At least their fur forms 'tumbleweeds' and is easier to pick up.

Speaking of hairballs, I was at Insanity after work and there whas a giant hair/dust/clumpy thing on the floor that was swirling around everytime some little kids ran by it. I didn't have my glasses on and my OCD caused me to focus on the mouse-sized hair/dust/clumpy thing (sometimes they have pubic hair in them! Ever get face to face with a gym floor during burpees? Ugh!!!) Anyway, I was freaking out when it swirled my direction because I didn't want it contacting me.

Back to work....

Put Freak and ComplyYouMust in a room, bet they could talk for weeks about all of their concerns!

Becca's living mouse-sized furbee made it all the way across the country?

Awesome!!!

I was telling my husband about this thread and he pointed out two others about me:

1) I am adamant that toothpaste be squeezed from the top down. He squeezes it in middle and doesn't always snap the cap shut so the cap gets full of gunk.

2) If we get a 6-pack of beverages that is held together by the plastic rings, I always cut the plastic into small 1" sized pieces so the birds/animals don't get caught in it. I remember watching a video in 2nd grade about pollution and it showed dead birds with those plastic rings around them.

There were more, but I think I've shared enough for now.

I can't take the last cookie, or other food item, on the tray because I can't stop thinking how many times it must have been touched before I got there.

But for some reason the 2nd to last cookie is just fine.

I can't just dig into a potluck supper without knowing WHO cooked something. (But i don't think that's quirky...i think it's smart.)

When I open a package of Skittles I have to save the red ones until last. I like them the best and want to have the flavor to be the last I taste.