> >1. Vacuuming too often weakens the carpet fibers. Say this with a serious >face, and shudder delicately whenever anyone mentions Carpet Fresh. > >2. Dust bunnies cannot evolve into dust rhinos when disturbed. Rename the >area under the couch "The Galapagos Islands" and claim an ecological >exemption. > >3. Layers of dirty film on windows and screens provide a helpful filter >against harmful and aging rays from the sun. Call it an SPF factor of 5 >and leave it alone. > >4. Cobwebs artfully draped over lampshades reduce the glare from the bulb, >thereby creating a romantic atmosphere. If your husband points out that the >light fixtures need dusting, simply look affronted and exclaim, "What? And >spoil the mood?" > >5. In a pinch, you can always claim that the haphazard tower of unread >magazines and newspapers next to your chair provides the valuable Feng >Shui aspect of a tiger, thereby reducing your vulnerability. Roll your >eyes when you say this. > >6. Explain the mound of pet hair brushed up against the doorways by >claiming you are collecting it there to use for stuffing hand sewn play >animals for underprivileged children. > >7. If unexpected company is coming, pile everything unsightly into one room >and close the door. As you show your guests through your tidy home, rattle >the door knob vigorously, fake a growl and say, "I'd love you to see our >den, but Fluffy hates to be disturbed and the shots are SOOOOO expensive." > >8. If dusting is REALLY out of control, simply place a showy urn on the >coffee table and insist that "THIS is where Grandma wanted us to scatter >her ashes..." > >9. Don't bother repainting. Simply scribble lightly over a dirty wall with >an assortment of crayons, and try to muster a glint of tears as you say, >"Johnny did this when he was two. I haven't had the heart to clean it..." > >10. Mix one quarter cup pine scented household cleaner with four cups of >water in a spray bottle. Mist the air lightly. Leave dampened rags in >conspicuous locations. Develop an exhausted look, throw yourself onto the >couch, and sigh, "I clean and I clean and I still don't get anywhere..." >