Enough about that though, let's talk about some other thanks I have to give this week. I know it's late for Mother's Day, but I'm thankful for a mother who taught me how to use hot water, Pine-Sol, a good brush, and elbow grease. That's right kids, we're still scrubbing here. Last Saturday I had a bit of a melt down whole trying to cook breakfast and we had to pull out the stove to get to the screw that fell from the hood panel when the light was found to be blown... You know the kind of morning that this is outlining, don't you? Well, needless to say, we found more nasty. Including broken glass and an old desiccated dog turd. Yeah, under the stove. I swear, I blew my top. I couldn't believe that a set of parents would not only for their kids and dogs protection, make sure all of some kind of broken glass was picked up, but to also in their utter laziness and tackiness, shove a dog turd further under the stove instead of pull it out to better clean. UUUGGGGGHHHHH
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Now, I am no serious house keeper, let me tell you. I grew up with a mother that was a bit of a cleaning freak. Love you Mom. Seriously, she was, but at least I know what is truly disgusting and when a serious dirt/grime beat down needs to happen. The joy of all this? I think the smell in the house is a bit better because I think some of this staining was dog urine. Even when you open the back door that pocket of air between the screen door and back door doesn't smell of filthy dog. The down side? You mean besides the time suck and bruised and tired knees? We can now see how many tiles are cracked and chipped without their mask of filth. I'll take it now that I know I won't catch hoof and mouth or ringworm from our own floor.
|Don't worry, he got a bath after this was taken and his flea and tick treatment.|
Anyway, that's about all I have for tonight. Should get ready to crash and take a closer look at the new flooring The Guy has found online. Oh Joy!