It's the least favouritest time of the year. Spring cleaning. I engage in spring cleaning with all the fervor of someone who invites 30 relatives to Easter dinner who will probably be checking out the relative cleanliness of the area in which they had their food prepared. Then I imagine they will probably go find the smudge of dirt I missed in the bathroom and think, "WELP, if she can't clean a bathroom right, I'm probably going to die of food poisoning." Spring cleaning is something …
