The Dust Made Me Do It
There is something about certain kinds of dirt that can send me into an obsessive fixation. It’s not so much the smudges, marks, or stuck on kind. I mean, yeah, that kind bothers me too, but I can let it go. I’m talking about the kind you can sweep up into a pile. It mocks me as I lie on my exercise mat while doing my Pilates DVD. I [read more]
