Wednesday, February 16, 2005
My fingers are pruny and smell like lysol
My place is clean. Very clean. Vacuumed, washed, and put away. Clean.
Kevin may never speak to me again....the price of being a nag...but even the spare room is clean. Or at least the bed is visible. Tomorrow I will put fresh sheets on, and make sure the bathroom is wiped down and stocked with toilet paper.
I didn't move the couch, but my mom's visit won't be complete unless she finds SOMETHING to clean herself.
Mom's flight touches down in t-minus 20 hours. She'll be here 6 days. I'm already exhausted.
// ranted by evilsciencechick @ 2/16/2005 12:00:00 AM
Kevin may never speak to me again....the price of being a nag...but even the spare room is clean. Or at least the bed is visible. Tomorrow I will put fresh sheets on, and make sure the bathroom is wiped down and stocked with toilet paper.
I didn't move the couch, but my mom's visit won't be complete unless she finds SOMETHING to clean herself.
Mom's flight touches down in t-minus 20 hours. She'll be here 6 days. I'm already exhausted.
