Compulsive vacuuming
So there are two relatively new things in my life: a rental house in Mountain View, California that features wall to wall carpeting, something I haven't had since I moved out of my parents' house in 1986 (and which they promptly pulled up in favor of the hardwood floors underneath) and a bagless vacuum, which I picked up on the cheap Friday night. Consequently, my weekend was filled with obsessive vacuuming. And by obsessive, I mean every room, a couple of times over, with uniform vacuum patterns. By the time I was done, my living room looked like a putting green or a major league infield. You can imagine what it did to me to leave footprints all over the place... but it only presents more opportunities to vacuum :-)
Just call me Martha.
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"Oh no, put my dinner back in the oven, I see a piece of lint!"
"Can we go to a later showing? I wanted to vacuum the hallway again, I didn't get the lines exactly parallel."
I get this from my dad, who, being genetically predisposed to cleanliness and order, always has a dust-buster at the ready. As the Germans say, Ordnung muß sein!