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.
Now don't breathe too many of those toxins. Go out and smell the roses or whatever you happen to have bloomin'!
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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.
ReplyDeleteyou go girl ;)
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