Ah-ha!

Finally.... I have proof that I am not the messiest entity in the house.

For the past four days I have done nothing but get up around 8 or 9 a.m., go to my first job, then my new second job, return sometime around 9:30 p.m., have a bath and go to bed.

Yet, somehow, my house was an incredible mess when I got home today.

I will admit the dishes in the sink were mine, but it was only a handful.... a few bowls, some utensils and that's it.

I did not dig all the potting soil out of the Japanese Peace Lily, and then dance in the resultant mess so as to scatter as far across the floor as possible.

I did not take off with the yarn, and unwind it up the stairs, down the stairs, around the kitchen table and into the basement.

I did not attack my house mates, making them pee on the floor.

I did not throw-up my half-chewed breakfast on top of the TV stand because I probably ate a bad bug.

I did not push the cat food container off the table, sending kibbles all over the kitchen floor.

I did not laze all over the furniture, shedding as much as possible, making it impossible for anyone to use it without walking away with out a good coating of hair.

I did not open the pantry cupboard and pull out the plastic grocery bags to play with, just because I like the way they make noise.

I did not tip the basket full of freshly washed and folded laundry just so I could sleep in it and shed some more fur.

I did none of these things, but I know who did:I think they are a little miffed about the second job... what do you think?