Mr. Clean is hot.

When I finally looked around my house on Friday, I realized that not being home for two weeks has an impact on your home. The dog hair was about two inches thick on all surfaces, not including the actual dogs.

Because they are sleek and sophisticated.

So, today, I cleaned. Like, really, really cleaned. Like, moving-stuff-instead-of-just-cleaning-around-it cleaned. I know some people do this all the time, but I don't know those people. And I'm glad.

I washed windows. I took down valances and threw them in the dryer. I washed my shower curtain (baking soda, vinegar and a towel in the washing machine). And I spent an hour and a half chamoising dog hair off the couch. (Yes, it works, but it works best when your couch isn't actually made of dog hair.)

Also, I finally tried My Amazing Cloth. My mom gave me this little chamois-like cloth and kept asking if I'd tried it. No. Leave me alone, Mom. You know I don't believe in housework.

Except! Except I tried it today, and it's amazing! You can wash windows with just water and they don't streak! And you can use the cloth again and again and again. It's the ultimate in green cleaning products. I am in no way a paid spokesmodel (oh, a girl can dream!), but I would totally give away My Amazing Cloth - from lovely Duluth, Minnesota - as Christmas gifts. Baby Jesus loves a streak-free shine.

So, I now have dish-pan hands. But my house is clean. And I'm starting to feel like I'm a little more in my element. Two weeks of being away, not writing, eating weird and the like has me feeling a bit off. It's not like cleaning is part of my natural state of being, but I guess it literally gives me a clean slate.

I did all this without, umm, getting dressed. It's 9 p.m. and I'm still in my pajamas. I'd forgotten how kick-ass Sundays can be.