Ms. PC's Baggage

By now, you know I'm a sitcom fan, but when it comes to the game show genre, nothing can compete with Baggage.

First introduced to my eyes and ears on The Soup, Baggage (hosted by Jerry Springer so you know it's good) seems like your typical dating show on the surface: sleezy, prematurely balding men get to be picky about which way-too-hot-for-them plastic Barbie they feel like going out with.
(I don't mean to oversimplify. The picking goes both ways and I'm sure the guys are too hot for the girls sometimes, but you get the gist.)

Regardless, relative looks don't matter much on the show because it all comes down to their weird, creepy baggage.

(email readers, click on the link to the blog to see the video)

My sister and I have often tried to think of what our baggage would be. These people are so crazy that it's tough to think of anything that would remotely be considered for the show.
But in light of my last post, I thought I would do all my worst cleanliness-related baggage.

Ms. PC's Baggage
(In order of embarrassment-level)

Round 1 (the personal item): I sometimes stare at dust for days or weeks before I get around to actually cleaning it. I only vacuumed up the dust bunnies at our old apartment after I saw little tiny bugs (don't worry, I checked, not bedbugs).

Round 2 (the carry on): I am afraid to clean a lot of my dad's house, including the drawers and cabinet under the bathroom sink. I opened one of the drawers, saw a dead moth in there, and just closed it back up again.

Round 3 (the checked luggage): I don't like to shower. This will come as a shock to none of my close friends. I shower, of course, because society demands it, but I don't like it. I could explain this further but, for now, I'll just say... I have my reasons.

So there you have it. Don't leave me hanging, lovers and friends. Feel free to confess your best (worst) baggage in the comments.