That I scrub my kitchen floor. I am determined. It has gone beyond the point my Swiffer Wet Jet can handle. It's beyond a mop & bucket. It requires a full on, hands & knees scrubbing with a brush. Not something I relish doing, but results I adore. And since I spent Saturday & Sunday shampooing the living room carpet, I think the kitchen maybe a tad envious.
Once that's completed, B.B.'s drawers must be cleaned out so his new clothes passed down from Art's boys can find a good home. That also means HT will come into a new wardrobe...and from the look of the boy he may be needing one soon. I find it funny that my 1 year old nephew is quickly catching up to my 3 year old son. Fat Boy indeed!
And the reason for my newly acquired desire for cleanliness? I will not erect a Christmas tree in a dirty house. I have to have it clean. I didn't get all this done last winter and refuse to see another winter rear it's ugly head with these things hanging over mine. Oh, that reminds me, I need to clean out the fridge too.
To add insult to injury, Bitsy's cold has set into her eye leaving her with a nasty case of pink eye on the left side. The poor thing looks like she's been in a prize fight & is very happy about it. She's all smiles & laughs...with a red, swollen eye. But my fabulous NP gave us some serious eye drops promising she'd be picture ready by Thanksgiving.
So, if you don't hear from me for a few days, know I'm up to my elbows in dish soap & crisper drawers...and I hope your turkeys are Martha Stewart perfect. Just don't forget to take out the bag of gizzards before you pop him in the oven.
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Very funny. Oh well, at least I cooked the neck really good before throwing it away for the racoons to find. I get to buy my turkey sometime in the next couple of days, though where I will store him is beyond me. At least I know not to call Butterball to see if we're allowed to stick him in the crockpot....
P-U-K-E pie anyone?
For those of you who are wondering, the Thanksgiving BabyGirl was 2 1/2 she helped Inkling make a pumkin pie at G'ma M&M's. They were chatting as they baked & I heard this from my dearest cousin, "BabyGirl, how do we spell pumpkin pie?"
"P-U-K-E," my daughter answered proudly. Inkling's teachings lasted all winter long. When ever anyone said pumpkin pie around BabyGirl she's spell puke.
Can I just say Oy? ;)
Well, that is what pumpkin pie batter looks like - a nice bowl of orangey p-u-k-e. Hey, at least your mother-in-law was excited about the fact your daughter could spell at such an early age, even if she wasn't potty trained at six months like your husband supposedly was. =) I'm just doing my part to help you gain favor with the inlaws. At least I didn't teach Baby Girl to spell anything obscene, or a word like (can I say penis on a blog?)
lol...I'm doing the same thing. Christmas tree will go up saturday here with decorations and lights
I miss ya.
Whew! I am worn out just reading this.
Ooo. Good luck and have fun. I'm totally decorated already. Tee Hee Hee. I couldn't wait this year.
Ah... my floor is taunting me from downstairs. One child makes such a mess, I can only imagine the mess made by 4!
In case I don't make it by before then, have a Happy Thanksgiving!!!
I am SO jealous!!!!! Here I am, stuck at the in-law's for another week, and I can hear my house calling me from afar, begging and pleading for a good scrubbing! And I have double the reason to do it before the holidays! I won't be able to bend over to do anything in another 4 weeks!!!! YIKES!
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