My struggle for justice

Only in Paris, the city of romance, can two twelve year-olds holding hands piss me off.  I wanted to trip them... Fools!  No matter, I have bigger problems.  This morning, my arch nemesis--AKA my host mother--asked what day would be best to have the room vacuumed.  I pointed at the condition of the room and said, "Well definitely not today."  I figured one would need to see the floor in order to vacuum it.  Now I am not deceived by all of her Jesus shrines and motherly affections.  No, I knew by the tightness of her high-waisted capris that she is only days away from cracking.  So after I returned from taking care of some bizzzzness, there she was, holding a vacuum straight out of the 80's.  She then proceeded to tell me that she cleaned up my room--but only "un petit peu"--so that she could vacuum.  HMMMM... Interesting.  Like I said, DAYS away.

My bed is now a display of all my belongings.  I prefer the floor.