The apartment is spic-and-span, which will last until tonight when we get back from Mac's football game and a million little astro-turf bits come off of Mac's cleats. Which will freak out my OCD tendencies and I'll feel compelled to sweep and mop.
I told Jimmy and Mac that we would next clean as a family and the cleaning would be to my standards and not theirs, which means we'll end up somewhere between a frat house and a sterile operating room.
Here's hoping for more OR and less Animal House.
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Good luck my friend with the new job and the new cleaning team. You know that I know what you mean! :)
How's the new job going? Thinking of you! Yes, I should be studying right now - oops!
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