Tidy

Momma and I spent the last two days doing belated spring cleaning. It still counts as spring cleaning if you do it in July, right?

People, I have the bravest Momma ever. She went out on my deck in the sweltering heat armed only with a broom and destroyed the encroaching spider army. See, where I live, landscaping is the priority, and that means a turnover of all the grounds about every six weeks. The spiders get displaced and try to find a quiet place to live, which they surely did on my porch. I was getting afraid to go outside to give Biggs his water because it was getting so bad.

Now? I can go out, wander around, and know for a fact that Momma + Palmolive + water = no spider eggs. Plus, the heat! It's hotter than Hades here and has humidity to match, but Momma is tough and got it done.

The windows and glass were done with vinegar water. The shredder overheated five times in two days. (I thought I was a paper hoarder, but it turns out that I'm just lazy.) The bleach I used in the bathrooms almost melted my eyebrows off. The Pine-Sol smell is amazing. The vacuum made my carpet look almost new.

Suddenly I want to clean everything, all the time. But no, before you ask, I won't come over and fix your place.