Hurry, hurry, hurry...

NOW is the time. If you've ever wanted to eat off my floor, it is as clean as it is ever going to be. I was inspired by my 75-year-old, busted-ankled mother who was scrubbing her kitchen floor today... so in my holey-kneed, once-favorite jeans, I got jiggy with the mop bucket and a rag. Ah, Sunday. I know how to have fun while Kevin is away.