But, he still walked away with $3million. I would let someone kick my ass for $3million, too. Hell, I'd do it for $1million, who am I kidding? What? You're offering $100,000? I'm in. $5? Just take off your rings before you punch.
Tomorrow is the big day. "The Move". Well, hopefully it is, anyway. :P We only have a few major pieces of furniture left to move over there, and the rest is just stuff to box up and unpack one trip at a time. Which brings me to tonight's topic: Cleaning other peoples' houses. I don't think there's anything that grosses me out more than moving into a new house and having to clean their bathrooms and kitchens. I'm fine with anywhere else, but the kitchen and bathrooms completely wig me out until they become my own. Technically, bathrooms wig me out even when they ARE my own. Three boys who have poor aim do not a clean bathroom make. If there is one job I would love to have taken off my hands, it would be the bathroom cleanage. Put me in a hazardous waste suit and hose me down afterward, because that just totally grosses me out. So, I got lucky and John bit the bullet for me (I'm so freakin' spoiled, and I know it) and he cleaned the kitchen down for me. Scrubbed the cabinets and the oven and refrigerator and stuff. But, now... there's a HUGE pantry that needs cleaned out. And, every shelf has contact paper..... black and white cow print contact paper. And, it's sticky.... and there are legumes and dried up macaroni all over the place in it. And, it's completely grossing me out. Ugh... I'm getting the willies just thinking about it. So, I'm hoping that I can rope John into cleaning that, too, so I can finally move my kitchen stuff in. So, yeah. There's that. Tomorrow night, I believe, will be our first night sleeping in the new house. Yay!!
Hell. My brain just shut down. I'll have to write more tomorrow, when it's awake again.
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