the housekeeping gene

6ntLook, nobody can deny that some traits are genetic. Like music. People are either musical or they aren't. That's not to say that someone can't be taught to play an instrument, or sing, but they won't be gifted or musical unless it's born in them. That's what I think, anyway, and now I've said it on the internet, so that makes it true.

All that to say, is there a housekeeping gene? I can feel the MOG rolling his eyes from here. If I wasn't so submissive... anyways, I don't think I have it. Now, part of the problem is that I'm lazy. As DCTalk once said, there's no sense in hiding the truth. That's just part of it, though.

See, I can sit here in this living room, and I can see with my keen and perceptive eyes that there are shoes on the floor, in random places, and an intercom that was unplugged after too aggressive use of the "Call" button, and you know, a coathanger, and some little thing that looks like a piece of electrical tape. I call that "pretty good". Other people I'm married to might call it "chaos" or "filth". You see the discrepancy.

At some point tonight, several buses of Nashvillians will descend upon us, to spend the night on their journey back to N-ville. My job is to make places for them to sleep that don't smell like urine or have crumbled corn chips. Yikes! Maybe you're saying. Hey, shut it. The kids sneak off and have "picnics" in exotic locations like under the futon. As for the urine, 1 out of 3 is potty-trained. It might smell like a bus station around here for a while.

So now I have to get up off my genetically-predisposed-to-computers-and-couches rear end and clean up the joint. It's like playing God.