hair here, hair there, hair everywhere.

really though, it's getting out of control.

i don't dare walk on the carpet without shoes on.

i'm afraid to touch our floor with any part of my body for fear i will be the innocent victim of a predator hairball.

i feel the uncomfortable feeling of hair stuck between your toes and tangled up in your socks on a regular basis.

i'll admit, we don't vacuum a whole lot. BUT. this saturday i finally broke down and pulled out the dusty vacuum from the closet and zoomed around the apartment with a vengeance, laughing all the while at all the hairballs i was snatching up.

however, it was the hairballs, or the "domestic tumbleweeds" as my roommate lovingly refers to them, that had the last laugh. the very next day, i was feeling comfortable to enough to lay on our ground when i looked to my left. HAIRBALL. i looked to my right. HAIRBALL.

the heck??!