Anyone who knows me, knows that while I don’t dust very often (why bother, it just gets dusty 3 seconds later) but I do not like clutter. I’ve always been “a place for everything, and everything in its place”
This past couple of weeks I’ve been working on a way out of a funk. I have been super Mrs. funk funk funkerson.
Last night I tweeted.
Me: We have GOT to clean the kitchen
Daughter: Why? is someone coming over?
It is time to clean!