I have never been a really good housekeeper. So
let's get that out of the way, first. I do a fair job.
Martha Stewart, I am not... more like Maxine of
But as I have gotten older, I have found out, that
it is eye level housekeeping. And my eye level is
at 5'2" or maybe 5'1 half", as I think I am shrinking.
This goes pass the top of the refrigerator. See if I
don't get up on the little ladder, to get a pan out of
the cupboard above the refrigerator, then I don't see
the top. If you don't see it... it must be clean...right?
Well, you know the answer to that.
But lately it is the below eye level that has got left in
the shuffle. I actually got down on my hands and knees
2 weeks ago, to scrub the floor. And oh, my gosh, the
unknown stuff under the cabinets, under the sink, and
the washboard that goes around the floor edge. I surely
don't want Oprah and her infection crew to take a dab of
the unknown substance that is there. And with me outside,
more than I was inside, well... you really don't want to know.
Guess I better go get the lab experiments out of the back of
the refrigerator... I hate cleaning the refrigerator...the King and
the Grandson, spill stuff back there, and it takes a blow torch
to get it back off the shelf.
Happy 47th Birthday...phw
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