I was wondering why I had so much difficulty doing so, when I realized that I didn't know what I was going to write at all. Sort of the mental equivalent of me walking into doors before turning the handles, which happens embarrasingly often.
We had a cleaning service come in on Thursday because we are lazy slobs. That night, Alex rushed downstairs and inflicted the hideous pun "Wow, she really cleaned house!" on me, and thus I am using his picture as my icon for this post, in honor of him. *snicker*