This week I decided to tackle the kitchen and then I dropped something on the floor. Which began my actual cleaning.

I ran the

- dirt dog twice

- scrubbed the floor boards

- scrubbed the grout

- pulled glass out of my fingers

- pulled everything out from the lower cupboards

- scrubbed down every inch of the cupboards

- reoganized everything and put it back

by the time people showed up I had barely finished the bottom of the cupboards. I didn't even make it to the wipe down the counter tops.

Now if only I could organize my brain this way...

Happy Saturday!

(BTW fake lashes are a pain.... at least these ones are)

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