Well, the kitchen is 100% clean. It sparkles. I probably sprayed, wiped, foamed, scrubbed, washed, lathered, rinsed, and repeated with enough chemicals to qualify as a hazardous waste site, but that's ok.
I can't do normal person clean, you see. The normal person would wipe down the surfaces and survey the fridge for potential spoilage.
Not me.
The fridge is perfectly sterile, as is every other appliance. Every single crevice has been vacuumed and scrubbed with a Q-tip. The contents of the cabinets are in perfect order. Every pot, pan, and rack got hit with an SOS pad. Not a single smeared fingerprint on any cookbook. The baseboards, windows, curtains, curtain rods, barstools, artwork - all immaculate. Adrian Monk would die of bliss. It is actually a bit frightening to behold.
Knowing me, it won't stay like this for long.
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We are predicted to get up to 2 feet of snow today. That really isn't that much, but in my neck of the woods, an inch or so causes Mass Chaos. Many schools were canceled or dismissed early in anticipation.
I see you shiver with antici
pation.
I will likely take the pups to a friend's house when it starts as getting snowed in with a friend for me and two for Jack is far more pleasant than dealing with a perpetually hyperactive dog trapped indoors. Her two girls are utterly smitten with Jack and don't leave him alone for a moment, which produces a few hours of chaos and then twelve blessed hours of comatose dogs.
Smitten.
Coma.
Coco'nut spends these playdates hibernating, occasionally poking out a crotchedy nose at the whipperschnappers. It is the rare dog who entices her to play and, until then, she is content to perch atop a pile of purloined bones and beneath a blanket.
Get Off My Lawn!
Off to pick up an exciting freecycle item, top off the gas tank, and select an assortment of naughty, snowed-in-on-a-weekend delicacies.
Have a lovely weekend!
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