Life is what happens when you're making other plans. Is that the right one? Or maybe I mean, "no good deed goes unpunished."
Over spring break I scrubbed all our kitchen cabinets. Then a sealed, unopened jar of honey fermented and leaked on our counter behind some other items and we had ants.
I scrubbed the walnut floor in our library, then the basement sump pump died, flooded the basement, and now the basement stuff is all sitting on my clean library floor.
I surrender! I get it- no more cleaning!
