it has become a ritual in the prettyhelmet household to clean the house every sunday. there is nothing like starting a fun filled, work strained, please lord don’t let me claw my eyes out, week with a clean house. with as many pets as we have it’s really only sanitary to do so. there comes a point (usually on wednesdays) that the animal fur begins to clot on the floors and threaten to strangle us in our sleep. also, brock, our fat ass cat, seems to have an affinity for kicking as much litter on the floor that he can. sometimes i think he’s making litter castles. so, you can imagine between the hair, litter, general debris that comes into the house, that it is a necessity to clean. usually the first thing to be cleaned are the bed linens. we change the sheets and wash the coverlette once a week. this is simply because during seven days every one of the six animals will find their way onto the bed. it is not unusual to be squeezed into a very uncomfortable position because a terrier is between our heads, three cats are scattered end to end, and a greyhound somehow is nestled in there. but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i have no idea what we’ll do if we actually have a kid. maybe it could sleep on a doggie bed.

here are some photos for you to enjoy:

d-rock and d-money bring on teh sex

iz in ur bazkets doin ur laundrees

cooper: 15 minutes after a bath. lord, i love this dog

sparkly deer at bottletree

chandelier in the women’s room at bottletree