ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

It's universal. We (females types) will have someone coming over (relative, friend, insurance salesman) to our adobe (house, apartment, local sewer) so we (female types) will spring into action and straighten, dust, move, clear (and in my case HIDE) things to make the location (living room, closet, outhouse) more inviting (clean, less cluttered, official-Martha-Stewart-nightmare).

And if the invitee (relative, friend, Jehovah Witnesses) is/are/could-be-after-major-surgery MALE (man, boy, turtle), they do not notice a single thing (improvement, revival, non-toxic environment).

As my house has been labeled an environmental disaster (also a sanctuary for rabbits suffering from hang-nails and rarely-used-but-always-available hideout for mutant cabbages), any improvement is temporary at best. But it would help to have at least one sympathetic eye sweep over the area and think, "Wow. If this is an improvement, it must have been bad to being with."