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Heather is moving in tomorrow and Kris and I will gain a roommate! No more prancing around the house naked. No more sex in the kitchen. No more sunburns on the butt from gardening without clothes on. No more marathon smootching sessions on the couch.

Oh wait, we didn't do those things anyway.

Mom helped me clean up the house in preparation for the cleaning crew. Why is it that people will clean a house in preparation for the cleaners to come over? Well, not me! I stand by my decision to pay someone to clean my house! I insisted Mom and Kris help me declutter the house. Kris kept trying to clean ("Oh, I just want to sweep the floor. Should I wash out the tub? It looks dirty." "Of course it looks dirty! That's why we're having the cleaners come out to clean!").