Wednesday, February 06, 2008

note to the MSM...

For the love of CHRIST, STOP saying "change agent." That's the person who gives you a roll of quarters in the casino. It does not refer to EVERY CURRENT PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, not even if they call themselves that. Just stop it now. Stop.

my house... is a very very very clean house

My rich friends gave me a gift yesterday, arguably one of the greatest gifts ever given to a busy woman:

Two cleaning ladies from Poland.

The joy of having the whole house clean at once is immeasurable. It's almost impossible to get it all done in one day, so I clean a room here, a room there, but they're never all clean at the same time. I'm constantly in a state of mess.

Yesterday, Yolanda and her friend fixed all that for me. Armed with cleaning supplies and knee pads, they went to work upstairs while I went out and got stuff done.

When I came home...oh! The glorious smell of bleach and lysol and method cleaning products greeted me at the door! The carpet so vacuumed, I lay down and created a carpet angel on it. The sparkling floors! The made beds! And the bathrooms almost made me cry. Or maybe that was the bleach. I don't know, and it doesn't matter.

I'd never had my house professionally cleaned before. It's a beautiful thing.

And then stuff will start to pile up again, and the boys and their stinky friends will come and mess everything up. The cat will shed, the dog will slobber, the dirt will find its way back. It always does.

But for now, I'll try not to spill anything. And everybody takes off their shoes before entering the house.

Thanks, ladies. Thanks, friends.