I'm not going anywhere today. I started cleaning our room, one thing lead to another, and I freakin' morphed into Granny Clampett in Spring Cleaning mode complete with shrilly screaming voice proclaiming no bellyaching and here's a toothbrush for the details.
Young Sam is grateful to be at a cast party. Sucks to be him though; he's home with me all week.
So, huffing 409 and Clorox. BRB.
If not back, avenge death.
3 comments:
Now don't breathe too many of those toxins. Go out and smell the roses or whatever you happen to have bloomin'!
CAS
I find it is always best to clean when the spirit strikes...the problem is with me that it doesn't strike enough! Have a great day.
you go girl ;)
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