Melt the Belt

I'm having people over again tomorrow to play Killer Bunnies, and am excited about using the crockpot again. Tomorrow it will be corn chowder. And I made Cranberry Pumpkin Bread tonight, which sounds wonderful, but actually ended up sort of weird. Way too much orange zesting, and maybe cranberry and pumpkin shouldn't've gone together to start with.

And having chunky brown sugar that won't meld with the other dry ingredients didn't help much either. Oh well.

At least I finally got motivated to make my apt cleaner. The kitchen counters are awesome. The inside of the microwave, sparkling. The bathroom counters are gleamy, and the bathroom floor is no longer covered with hair (huge improvement). I made my bed with autumn sheets, and shook out my placemats and wiped down the table.

Then it was time to vacuum. Sadly, vacumming did not last very long, because I melted the vacuum cleaner belt into a smelly black mess that stuck to my fingers and stunk up my clean bedroom.

So, unless I find a new vacuum cleaner belt and get it installed without serious injury before people come over tomorrow, the actual rooms they will actually see will have sadly neglected looking carpet that is distinctly lacking in pretty vacuum lines in the carpet.

I guess that's how it goes some times.