Monday, November 17, 2008
Spit and Polish
Saturday morning, 8:25 a.m. our weekend activities began…
We did not tag along with my daughter and the grandkids to visit The Museum of Science and Industry. We did not try a new drink recipe, photograph it and then consume it. We did not go to the local sports bar to watch the Bears get spanked by the Packers (though this wouldn’t be my choice anyway). We did not watch a marathon of anything on TV.
We swept and swiffered; vacuumed and mopped. Dusted, polished, wiped and waxed. We scoured and scrubbed. We washed and dried. We used elbow grease…on our hands and knees.
We straightened up, organized and put away. We beat rugs and fluffed pillows. Windows were washed and carpets cleaned…
…until almost five o’clock on Sunday.
Not very exciting, I know, but the house is ready for my MIL’s visit. And look what we found in the couch!
Sixty-four cents in change and the missing “I” from the Scrabble game. And…please, can someone explain how a fork ends up under the cushions.