Clean, clean, clean.

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So I guess tomorrow is the big day we've been waiting for--our houseguest arrives in Cinci at 3:00. We've been extremely productive over the last week or two, making Blatt's arrival our deadline on any number of things that didn't strictly have to be done before he got here. Like.. retiling the bathroom floor. He won't care about our bathroom floor, and presumably he won't care about how clean the place is, but it's been nice for us to have a reason to get some stuff done. (It's spic n span clean, though, just so you know. It's walking-through-the-house-smiling-to-myself clean. It's the-bathtub-is-so-shiny-that-it's-distracting clean (thanks, sweetie!) I guess if I talk any more about how happy I am that the house is clean, you folks are going to think that it's usually never clean. ;) It's usually clean in phases, though. You know. One day the kitchen and living room are spotless, but as I get the back of the place clean, the front goes into gradual decay. There's something about the size and the way this place is laid out that makes it look like a mess if there's one thing out of place, too, which doesn't help.

I was kind of looking forward to writing tonight, but now I'm all tired and I realize that I have nothing at all to say. So I guess I'll just stop while I'm ahead.

Oh, and I saw a bumper sticker today that made me laugh--Real Men Don't Sue Children.

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