|I don’t know anyone who smiles like this cleaning nor do I know a kitchen that clean.|
I may smile like that if my husband was cleaning the kitchen, though.
|This is more me.|
Of course I ask for help all the time and some say they will.
By the time the cleaning actually starts, they are gone.
It’s been a bit busy here for me the last few days with finalizing my class schedule for the Fall and doing a bit of very late spring cleaning. It has to be done, not that I like it because I really hate certain kinds of cleaning. I really like my house with all of its windows until I have take down the curtains, wash them, and hang them back up. Then, I am not
so fond of the windows. My dear best friend asked me, “who washes their curtains?” Umm, I do? Doesn’t everyone? OK, I guess not. When the tops of them are a totally different color than the curtain, it’s time. Did I share too much information there? Anyway, the dinner menus around here have been old favorites or take out pizza.