We’ve got to move these refridgerators
We’ve got to move these color tvs
I went a bit OCD on the cleaning this weekend. I think I’ve joined the
ranks of the elite and am totally ready to be a housewife should my
country ever call upon me to do so. Anyway, this Dire Straits song
has been stuck in my head for a few days now and I kept singing it
while scrubbing the floor.
Note: there was an epic battle between me and the grime on the glass
stovetop. Something I didn’t know before: take a razor blade to it!
You still have to work the gunshow, but man, I finally got all of that
junk off!
Cleanliness is next to godliness, you know.