One of the unfortunate side effects of sleep deprivation, along with weight gain (mostly the ass since you tend to sit your ass down and actively search for a place to rest your ass every single moment of your day), body ache, fatigue and memory loss and other brain malfunctions, is that your house becomes increasingly untidy to put it mildly. And if you put the fact that you are a lazy major slob to begin with in the mix, you get a house that looks like a tornado swept through it depositing incredible amount of dust bunnies and dog hair in the process.

So when I woke up from my nap and let the dogs out while I checked my emails outside and found an email from dear uncle Thomson, which contained a link to a house cleaning joke, I had to LMAO even though it wasn’t that funny. How did he know?

Dear uncle Thomson is an English gentleman of 79 years of age residing in England, who I haven’t seen for… about 25 years or so, give or take. My family got to know him when he stayed at our place in Korea twice while preparing for visits of mission ships to Korea. He was such a nice man to be around, and we all affectionately called him uncle Thomson.

I haven’t had any communication with him until a few weeks ago when he sent me an email – he got my email address from my mom. Needless to say, it was a pleasant surprise. So receiving from him the above house cleaning joke obviously was funny since he hasn’t seen my untidy habits and is surely unaware of the fact that I’m a major slob (this could be debated because he could have seen my untidy habits since I was that young)? Unless of course my mom told him – my mom as in the one who was once so delighted to see a wooden sign that said ‘God blesses this house, but he doesn’t clean it’ that she insisted my dad buy it for me. Either way, the joke goes perfectly well with the state of affairs in my house. By the way, I really need to find that wooden sign and hang it up somewhere. It’s still in one of those boxes that I never unpacked after moving.