Wild Things Run Fast...

I kinda got myself in a tizzy over this cleaning stuff dad is wanting me to do. Everywhere I look now is something that needs to be cleaned or polished. If I died tomorrow, none of this would matter. The dirty house. The laundry that needs to be done. My messy refrigerator. I am just gonna run the opposite direction the next time my father mentions cleaning.  You can't hurt me if you can't catch me. Oh, and you can keep the computer parts money.