|First day of school, finally.|
There, that's better. Hideous. There is a free cleaning service here, but I'm reluctant to use them. Because I don't want to clean for them. That is how I roll and also why people always give Mitch a sympathetic look when they find out he's married to me. I'm saving all my cleaning energy for the new house, anyway. I went to CVS (see, how I sound like a local now?) and got a mop, tons of chemical-ly cleaning products, rubber gloves, and some lip gloss, so I look good in that pink kitchen.