Sprucing up

This weekend I got to know my house intimately. I cleaned from top to bottom, scrubbing floors on my hands and knees, wiping dusty baseboards, vacuuming, and organizing (here is where I give helpful Husband a shout-out for pitching in and finally tackling a big project of his own. We gots Internetz upstairs now, y'alls!). Except for windows. I don't do windows.
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Mrs. Dupree: I don't do laundry, I don't do windows, I don't do carpets, I don't do bathtubs, I don't do toilets, I don't do diapers...
Miranda: Um, my children have been potty-trained for quite some time.
Mrs. Dupree: Well, I don't do washing, I don't do basements, I don't do dinners, and I don't do reading!
[Shows Mrs. Dupree to the door and gives Lydie the "slitting your throat" gesture as she walks away]
Mrs. Dupree: [Lydie checks Mrs. Dupree's name off the list]

(Name that movie).
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Getting back to my point, we have a pair of beloved house guests coming for the weekend, and I wanted to at least pretend to be respectable, clean Midwesterners. I don't think I will show them the meth lab in our basement or the still in our toolshed...

Sprucing up must be the theme of the week, because as I hope you noticed, I have spruced up this blog with some slight text color adjustments and a new header. I fell in love with the black cat the minute I saw her. She sums up how I feel quite frequently: just a little off kilter, in a silly, crazy, hazy kind of way.

She makes me giggle. I hope she tickles your insides as well.

Love,
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