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Wednesday, June 08, 2016

the tale of the dirty floor

The whole time we were gone to the goddess temple, I was worried about how dirty the kitchen floor was.  I was worried H would see it when he came to deliver the mail and either tell our matriarch or clean it himself, both of which would have been humiliating for me.

So when we got home yesterday afternoon, I was glad to see the floor was still dirty.  I dug under the sink for some cleaning product and sprayed the offending spots and rubbed them with paper towels until everything looks much better.


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