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Mom's eyeing me suspiciously and measuring me for a straight jacket because I've been cleaning obscure portion of my house (I vacuumed behind the oven) pretty much since we came home.  *shrug* I did tell her that this is probably what would happen. Everytime I stopped by my paternal grandparents' house (which is a 50-year old disaster of epic proportions,) I would come home and start cleaning like a maniac.

I'm not normally an obsessively clean person (I'm actually a basically lazy person,) but there's something about being around pure filth that just makes me want to bleach my entire house.