Ugh, it never fails, I finally get around to cleaning the house, and then I'm happy with the way it looks and suddenly a hurricane comes rolling through.
That would be Hurricane Drew - a 2 year old monster.
On Sunday I actually straightened up the house - again - while Dave sat in that recliner and watched TV. What did I get for my efforts, but a trail following me as I picked up room to room.
It's a losing battle, but imagine how much worse it would look if you didn't ever pick up!
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