Schrodinger's Slob

... is a term I coined recently. Tuesday morning to be specific. It refers to someone who is about to be visited by someone who hasn't been to the first party's domicle before and brings on the visitee an emergence of the until then self-concealed dispair-churning knowledge that they do, in fact, live like an animal. Additional symptoms are the desperate panic to remove years of domestic neglect in the few remaining hours.

However, said visitor did not run screaming, nor die of dust overdose during the night. Wnich is nice. And, as well as completing the intended project of visit, she insisted on tiding up some of the place. What a little darlin' ! :-)