Hey, you wouldn't believe what I did on the weekend. Something I haven't done in ummmm, three years.
I washed my dust ruffle. It's a Martha Stewart red plaid that I got at Big Bud's for 5 bucks. I don't think Martha would be impressed with my housekeeping habits.
My DH informed me that there were dust bunnies under the bed the size of his head, and sure enough there was quite a bit of crap under there. I had to practically take the whole damned bed apart. It's one of those old-timers with wooden slats to support the box spring and mattress. I found a Smartie under the mattress. And half a chocolate bar under the bed. You'll be pleased to hear that I refrained from eating either of those delectables. (although it was touch and go with the Smartie for a few minutes)
It's really important that you label the slats if you don't care to spend 45 minutes trying to get them back in the right spot afterwards.
Also under the bed were a couple of sticky puddles. You should never let the children drink Coke in your bed. They spill it, clean up what they can see, and the rest runs under the bed.


and I don't feel the least bit of guilt about it
My place is tidy but I'm afraid it would never pass the "white glove" inspection 




I was eating a fortune cookie at lunch today and my fortune said "What' vice today today may be virtue tomorrow."