On Friday I was struck by a craving for a spring roll. You know the kind, full of deep fried badness from the corner chinese takeaway shop. I decided to employ the distraction strategy - I cleaned the spare bedroom. Then I cleaned the bathroom. I am not talking the standard lick and a promise clean. I am talking the "your mother-in-law is coming to visit and you know she looks under the bed for dust bunnies" kind of clean. Sweeping out cobwebs, vacuuming up what started out as dust bunnies but somehow they've morphed into dust elephants. Next on the list was the bathroom, then the living room, then the kitchen, then the study. I've dusted and polished and mopped and dusted and thrown stuff away; washed sheets and aired out comforters & put out the new towels I was saving for a special occasion. The stainless in the kitchen is all shiny,the floors are mopped, the top of the cabinets in the kitchen have been de-gunked, the house smells great and the dogs better watch out if they stay in the same spot for too long they might get thrown in the tub.
I still want some damn spring rolls though.
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