Is it really only 9:30? It feels later. Does it make me an old married woman if I'm ready to go to bed right now? In my defense I have been at war. I went to DC today armed with a bucket, a mop, some Pinesol, and 2 gallons of water. Three hours later, I think I won, but I'm paying for it now. Who knew that mopping could be so physically demanding?
Last weekend I had war with the kitchen floors at our apartment. I was sore, but that was because I scrubbed with 409 and a washrag on my hands and knees. Even with the mop it was quite the workout. Of course the fact the DC is larger than our entire apartment may have contributed to that. So I banished dirt while burning calories. Take that!
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