Okay, before you gasp or vomit or anything, please note that:
A) It's the part right underneath Batman's chair where there are lots of spills which my secretary (er, dog) subsequently covers with a layer of dog-licking-up-mess-spit.
B) After taking this picture, I did actually break out the mop. Still, I consider myself brave for posting this horror here.
In sum, the non-fiction reality learned by this fiction writer is that you can't have it all (or at least, not all of it will be clean). I may not be a domestic goddess, but I'm great at quoting cliches!
STOP MOPPING AND YOU COULD BE A WRITER, TOO!