Got a date today. This one's coming over for movie night because she's never seen Casablanca. Gotta clean. Gotta vacuum. Gotta get the Christmas tree down and put away.
Every time I pick up all of Murphy's toys and put them in his toy box, he digs them all out again then walks away. (Not helping, dog!)
It's always amazing to see how much loose change and how many loose rounds of ammunition seem to turn up practically everywhere...and unopened NRA membership renewal letters.
Time's getting short, so Ima just grab up everything that's still out of place and toss it all into the room that she's least likely to see then close that door and block it with a chair or something.
Dammit, where's a van-load of French maids when you really need one?