I've made it about half way through the mountain of boxes and junk, trying to do a little spring cleaning as I unpack and reorganize. I'm making progress one room at a time. David did a fairly good job keeping the house clean while I was gone, but can anyone tell me why men never look under anything? Yuck! I keep saying after each contract that next time I'm going to hire someone to come in and clean before I come back home, and then I never do it. But next time . . . .
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