One hundred trumpets sound out the call! My kitchen is a damn shrine! It’s freaking sterile – hospital style!
I woke up this morning and thought I had been magically transported to Oregon. I could smell pine trees – lots of pine trees. Seems that wifey has already been bitten by the spring cleaning bug. She was up until 1:30am scrubbing baseboards with Pine-Sol. This happens several times a year, mind you, but the first cleaning binge of the spring is sacred. Kinda like Opening Day in baseball. There should be bunting all around the room!
My wife is an keeps an awesome house. But she might have outdone herself this time. I saw three squirrels trying to sneak into the house. Guess they smelled the pines too!