Have you ever looked around your house and seriously wished for the cleaning fairy to flap her big, fat pink duster wings through the window while cleaning the glass with her Windex-covered feet, before scrubbing the floors and bathtubs with her Lysol infused gloves and Mr. Clean padded elbows, ending her day by sinking every clock in the house to read the same time?
This is an actual reoccurring fantasy of mine. So many birthday candles, pennies in fountains, eyelashes… all wasted. I don’t think she’s coming.
I’m thinking about getting the hose and just spraying it all down while the children slip and slide on Dawn-soaked beach towels to get the corners clean.
Do you think insurance would pay for an indoor winter hurricane?