It's 6 am. I've been awake for over an hour. I'm trying to get the baby awake (and we all know what a joy that is for me). I'm sneezing my ever-loving frellin head off. WTF? Damn allergies.
I go in my room and look up at the ceiling fan. Normally, the damn is running from April until October. Actually, all the ceiling fans in our home go full tilt from spring into summer into autumn. Today, it was silent and still and as FILTHY AS THE BOTTOM OF A DUMPSTER!!!
Sweet mother of all things holy!
Out comes the bucket and sponge and orangey smelling cleaning stuff. The fan gets a major clean ... at 6:03 am. I go and inspect the other fans.
No wonder I'm sneezing my backside off!
It is now almost 9 pm est and I finished the last fan.
God as my witness, I am not looking under my bed.