I Am a Clean Person!!!

It's so sad that I even have to write that, but I'm feeling a little sensitive after a conversation I had with my mom last night.

Puppy (my cat - long story) had to see the vet because she seems to be losing some fur on her hind legs. I'd been dreading this vet visit because Puppy HATES car rides, and subsequently I hate making her take them. Sure enough, she cried the most hearbreaking cries the whole way, which in turn made me cry, so we were both a sad sight by the time we got to the clinic. One exam and two escape attempts later, the verdict was in - she had fleas. At this point I will admit that selfishness prevailed and my first thought was "Ew, she's been sleeping in my bed. I need to change the sheets first thing." But I procured the necessary medication and she is now - hallelujah - completely healed.

So, fast forward to the evening and I'm talking to my mom on the phone, telling her about the events of the day. When I told her about the fleas, she said "You know, fleas often indicate an unsanitary environment."

What?!? I know she didn't just call me dirty! I will admit that growing up, I wasn't the neatest person - still am not the neatest person - but I am definitely clean. Part of the problem here is that no one can live up to my mother's housekeeping standards. The woman should be on one of those TV shows where they go into someone's skankified house that hasn't been cleaned in over 3 years. She could be the one who examines samples from the moldy food in the fridge and the piles of dog crap on the rug and tells you how it could kill you. That would be her dream job, and my house would be the first on her hit list.