The Twelve Days of Rehearsals

Here's what my house looks like this morning, after a week of workdays and rehearsalnights.

Twelve pairs of shoes randomly scattered across my bedroom floor
Eleven unpaid bills spread across the dining table
Ten unwatered flowers, drooping in the backyard
Nine poops in the litter box that need to be scooped
Eight unread catalogs waiting on the couch
Seven assorted necklaces and bracelets dropped on my nightstand
Six wine glasses poised on the end table
Five unanswered e-mails
Four cereal bowls soaking in the sink
Three pair of pants draped across the foot of the bed
Two loads of unwashed laundry
And a suitcase that needs to be unpacked,
atop which sits a partridge in a pear tree.

(Oh yeah, and zero things to eat in my refrigerator.)