I Don’t Want a Stupid Title

i am finally fed up with the scuff marks in the bathroom and kitchen.  i tried to explain them to sarah on the phone, but she is never sympathetic to my plights because she is a jerk and she sucks.  i don’t care about little scuffs and stuff (okay, my idea of a fun saturday night is attacking the walls with a Mr. Clean Magic eraser.  one day i want to be like danny tanner, forcing her children to clean under the guise of family bonding.  i don’t know why a person would “rotate the closets,” but i want to, damnit).  anyway, to call them scuffs would actually be a gross understatement, they’re more like big footprints all over the place, meaning i mop daily.  so, after two months of bottling it all in i have put a friendly little sign on the bathroom door reading: “scuff marks give a mopper blues, so please remove your black soled shoes…love, the bathroom and kitchen.”  is this bad?  i don’t know, i’ve been trying to bring it up, but the time never seems right.  it’s not like i’m trying to implement a no shoes in the house rule.  though, that would be HEAVEN.

okay, i have to go scrub the bathtub out with bleach now.