Ever since the execrable Laundry Elf Massacre of 2006,
my lot has gotten much harder.
Effing Dishwasher Dwarves and Vaccum Chimeras and their insatiable need for random beheadings and household domination.
Their bloodlust has resulted in constant heaps of wrinkled fabric splayed across the carpet, awaiting my attention.
Effing, effing, effing.
The creatures are mythical, as is the notion of a clean home.