At Least They're Committed

See, this is what happens when I clean. I awakened this morning and leaped into a flurry of activity, cleaning the walls, the doors and the jambs, the railings and the sills. I’d used bleach with water to scrub and disinfect them all and I must have put in too much bleach because I seem to have burned off my fingertips on my right hand, which is making it a tad difficult to type this. On the upside, I can now go on a major crime spree without my fingerprints giving me away . . . if I were to choose to anyway.