Cleaning the Windows of my Glass House

I am judgemental.  And it drives me crazy.  I find myself making comments, very snarky ones at that, in my head all the time, in all types of situations.  It drives me crazy, who died and made me moral judgement caller?  I am pretty sure no one.  In fact,  I don't think that is a real title to be passed down at the time of one's death, and if it were, I think there would be some type of blood line involved and I clearly do not come from any type of blood line that would pass anything down except maybe heart disease.   Anyway, it drives me crazy that I cannot turn off the portion of my brain that snarks.
In an average day I will mentally comment about every overweight person on a scooter, every toothless person buying Mt. Dew, every DBT swiper buying candy, every cougher buying cigarettes.  I suppose it is human nature (its my nature!) to try and  put oneself above others, but at the same time, it is rather pathetic.  Shouldn't I just be happy enough in my own skin? 
So before I reach down to pick up another handful of "better than thou" rocks, I better peer into my own glass house.  I should see what is going on in there before I decide to pass judgement on someone else. 
Well, the windows are dirty.  And the yard tends to get a bit weedy.  Rubbing a little grime off and the view inside is about the same.  There are bills unpaid and candy wrappers in the trash.  There is more than one fast food container on the counter and the exercise DVD still has the cellophane securely on it.  The kids have been yelled at and no one got up in time for Mass.  The cell phone records show a hundred facebook checks, but only one call to my dad.  And of those facebook checks, a few are probably mean spirited creeps.
Boy my house needs some cleaning.  There is no doubt about that.  I need to put down those rocks and pick up some rags.  It won't be easy.  I think it is of my nature to want to be better than someone else.  But it has to stop.  I have been pitching pebbles for far too long and have been lucky that a boulder hasn't rolled its way into my day.
Here's the part where I tell you that tomorrow is a Windex day!  Tomorrow I will not judge!  Tomorrow I will look at everyone equally!  And here is the part where you should laugh.  I don't think it is possible to clean every window in a day but I can certainly try.  I can find the fault, or I can just be thankful.  Man, its gonna be tough.  I like to snark, in fact, it is expected of me.  Maybe I'll keep the Windex handy, as a reminder.