You know, I try to get my chores done before I go on to what I love doing best (ogling looking at pictures and vids of our dearest hamster), but sometimes, (ahem, like yesterday) the prospect of having to clean a dirty house just seems so blah when I know that this is waiting for me:

And well, you know, I don't want to wait for it! Truly, delayed gratification has never been this ynoona’s forte...but, as a mature person an adult someone who’s lived nearly more than three decades on this planet, I’ve learned to deal. And it’s not like the place is going to clean itself, right? Believe me, I’ve waited it out. Like a game of chicken with the house.

(The house won.)

With steadfast determination the desire not to choke to death on dust bunnies foremost in my brain, I go to tackle my chores, vowing to focus on the cleanliness of my domicile, and not the cuteness of my darling leader. He’s such a distraction, I know I won’t get anything done if I allow him to creep even a millimeter into my consciousness. My pledge? No bibimbaby until my home is spic and span!

With that in mind, I go first to tackle the sink of dirty dishes.

What…? There’s no similarity between Kim Sunggyu and a dirty plate, right? RIGHT?

Well, to remove the visual as quickly as possible, let’s grab my dishwashing liquid and scouring pad…

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