This morning I cleaned and deodorized every inch of carpeting in my house. Now, that's a lie--Dave did the cleaning, but I did the praising and paying. I only wish Mo and I could walk six inches above the floor, to keep it clean and cat-hair free.
And not only that--Dave, and his helper-grandson Brandon, were done and gone by 11:00 a.m. And from then until now, I wrote a poem. A BIG, LONG poem. Possibly a Grrrreat Poem, but only time and judges will tell.
Now I'm hungry, and I sorely need a shower.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Something Accomplished, At Last!
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2 comments:
Gotta get my carpets cleaned too. But I have to get things straightened up so that I can see the carpet first.
Oooooh! A new poem! Can't wait to read it.
Trois
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