As we started to fall asleep last night, Jus mentioned he cleaned the toilet. What a guy!
Then I dreamed about cleaning the toilet bowl too.
Then I woke up, and cleaned my whole apartment. Not just the toilet.
Cleaning with Frank Sinatra isn't so bad, you know that? I even turned my lights down low, (not good if you're dusting. You'll miss half of it.) and imagined I was one of those high fashion 1950's ladies in my pearls and heels and bright red lipstick like you see in the movies, rather than a girl with bad bed-head who hadn't managed to shower before noon.
Cobb salad for dinner tonight. Should be a simple operation, yes? Potato rolls to go with Cobb Salad? We'll see... After a couple hours of mashing potatoes and mixing in about a ton of flour, (and spreading half of that on the counter) they have been corralled into muffin tins, and there they will stay, rising their little hearts out until dinner time. I've got my fingers crossed.
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