So clean you can eat off them
I spent today recovering from my 24 hours in hotel solitude bliss by washing the kitchen and dining room floors. On my hands and knees. In preparation for Sunday's preschooler extravaganza, a.k.a Bobbin's 3rd birthday party.
All told we're expecting about 8 kids including the guest of honour, and 14 or so adults. The floors - they will not be clean at the end of the party. I know this. But at least I can take comfort knowing that when the kiddos start eating the food they dropped on the floor - 'cause they do that - they're likely not going to be ingesting toxic spores from the year-old mold that's been growing on the sticky spot where Bobbin spit her oranges that day last summer, or where the cat puked up the piece of pasta that she had stolen from my plate last fall. 'Cause it'd been about that long since I last washed these floors.
All the same, if it's a nice day, I think we'll just serve the cake and ice cream outside on the deck.
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