I cleaned my butt off

Wow, that subject sounds wrong as heck now that I read it. Anyway, Saturday I cleaned my butt off. I cleaned both upstairs bathrooms, cleaned and rearranged the master bedroom. Moved a ton of stuff from the floor and under the bed into the garbage, even washed the floor in there... with the help of the Scooba evil floor-washing robot thing. I see no reason not to have four of them running in our house day and night.

There's an epic amount of dog hair in our place. I think Heidi might be shedding. She's long overdue for a bath, that's for sure. See she scoots under our beds to sleep during the day and I think in the process a lot of hair gets rubbed off her back. It then falls off from under the bed, organizes into a sentient hairball and runs amok through the house. I once mistook one of these hairballs for the actual dog herself.

Since rearranging the bedroom La and I have been pretty confused during the night. La is now sleeping on the side of the bedroom next to the bathroom. She woke up late last night to use the bathroom and I happened to see her coming out of the bathroom and she scared the living hell out of me. I'm totally not used to looking toward her side of the bed and seeing anyone emerging from a doorway backlit like someone from the great beyond. I dimly recall screaming which in turn scared the hell out of her. I gotta ask her about it because I immediately fell back asleep.