I am on the library rotation at my church. I was doing my hitch behind the circulation desk this morning and I had one patron in there with me. She was looking for her books, mumbling and muttering the whole time. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. She got her books and came to the desk to check them out, still mumbling. All of the sudden, out of the blue, she looked straight at me and said, "I'll bet your house is spotless." I had to laugh at that. While I to try to maintain a semblance of order, my house is far from spotless--especially with a teenage boy, a dog, and a yard full of mud from all the rain we've had lately.
On FOX network, they have this show called "Trading Spouses." Two families trade wives for a week. (No hanky panky--the wife must have her own room.) On this latest episode, when the new wife walked in to the house, you could see the shock, horror, and disbelief on her face. This house looked like it hadn't been cleaned--ever. There was filth everywhere. Dirt and grime covered just about every surface of the house. Dead bugs and mice littered the window sills, cabinets, and floors. Live bugs crawled around in plain sight. Food was left out, rotting and covered in flies. Poop of unknown origin was scattered across the floor. It was digusting.
Needless to say, that wife spent her week making the husband and kids clean that house from top to bottom. I'll bet it doesn't stay that way, though.
My house may be cluttered, but at least it isn't nasty.