The Dog Hair Lady

This morning, movers came to remove all of our rental furniture, as we are getting our couch delivered this afternoon. They were coming at 9am, so I woke up at 8am to do the dishes and find all the stuff they were taking away. Mostly it was a few pieces of furniture, kitchen stuff, and linens. Well I was right in the middle of cleaning Trig's hair off the couch they were coming to remove when they arrived. I looked around and suddenly noticed the entire apartment was covered in Trig's hair balls. I hadn't swept all weekend, and now it looked like a bunny kill zone. There was nothing for it, but to let them in and see the mess. They came in, and I could see it in their eyes. They were thinking, "this crazy white lady lives like this? Amongst her dogs fur balls? She reaaallly needs a helper..." I know when they go back to the warehouse, they will be referring to me as the "dog hair lady". It was bad, I admit. And I did notice it, just didn't have time that morning to sweep. Sure, the movers are telling me. Sure.... I felt like Monica, when she and Chandler are trying to keep their relationship a secret. "I know, I'm disgusting...."

A quarter of what I swept up after they left.