Does this happen to anyone else: You spend all day Saturday (or Sunday) every week cleaning your apartment, and then by the next weekend it's completely disgusting again? How does this happen?
Anyway, I finally decided to take care of our paper recycling, which Jeff and I shove into the pantry until it has sufficiently aged. Turns out my recycling avoidance is even worse than my dry cleaning avoidance.
(The dry cleaning would be that pile of stuff unceremoniously dumped atop the plastic bin—yes, the same one that is still slick with oil.)