Corn Splat!!!

My house is soooo sanctified! NOT!!!

I wish that it were clean. One night I dropped a cob of corn on the floor. "Oh, I'm tired", I sweared, "I'll clean it up tomorrow." The morning came and I was still muttering, "I'm still tired, even more so than when I went to bed, if that could be possible." Yuck! Look at that caked spagetti on the stove top. Scrub a little harder...yawn...almost done...there. What did I just step in? What in the world is that? Crusty, yellow goop! I bend down to take a closer look, rag in hand. It will not come up! Euuuwwwwa, it's corn splat! I'll heat up this rag again and get after it...nope...won't budge. There, I'll leave a dripping hot rag sitting on top of it for awhile to soak and soften. Wow...now I wish I had dealt with the mess right when it happened. It's harder to clean up the longer I wait.

This little talk with myself is making a strong case for night-time meditation and prayer. I need to get my life straightened up before bed so that I can awake to a spic-n-span kitchen or I mean heart.