Happy Working Song

I cleaned the apartment today. It's a remarkable thing when you clean house in a good mood. You instantly feel like some hybrid of Giselle or Mary Poppins.

Above: Real photographic evidence of my cleaning the house. Promise.

Maybe that had something to do with the abundance of Disney songs I was singing while scrubbing stains from underneath my stovetop's burners. Or it could be that I had animals around that could've helped me if they weren't so dag-nabbed lazy. Then again, I don't think I want my cats washing the dishes. Too much of a margin for hairballs, cat spittle, et cetera.