Lloyd is in Omaha for a conference Thursday night, so I had the house to myself. Usually, I succumb to the siren song of this building, which calls to me, “Find some food. Eat it on the sofa. Watch t.v. until you go to sleep.” (That songs plays every night, and is on ‘repeat’ all day Saturday and Sunday.)
Tonight, though? I cleaned. Not a whole bunch, but a respectable amount. No before-and-after photos, though. I left my iPad upstairs and I’m too lazy to go get it just for a picture. Everyone just imagine a pretty filthy house, then imagine it slightly less filthy.
Pretty impressive, huh?