Now that's what I'm talkin' about

Today I took PTO (paid time off) with the plan to completely douche this douchebag divepit we call home.  I had grand ideas-floors, cobwebs, toilets, the complete nit-and-gritworks.

So, this morning I was enlisted to make roux for Mr. Froth's gumbo that's currently cooking in our new crockpot. It turned out to be perfect roux, nutty brown and redolent of fried flour.

Then I proceeded to truly clean the guest bathroom. I did not know those things on the floor were actually hovering in the air and were heavy enough to fall and attach themselves to the back of the toilet and baseboards. You know. Those things. The bathroom things. I kilt them all and the bathroom sparkled.

Perhaps I got distracted by Words with Friends or doing a crossword puzzle with Mr. Froth, but I was forced to watch him vacuum and mop the floor whilst I got my nails did.

Then I ate some of the most tastebud titillating hummus I've ever experienced which was a leftover from a work event the other night. The caterer was GOOD.

Then I came here which is to be an impetus for me to take a shower, clean the shower after I take it and then get the rest of my toes did.

I don't know how Merry Maids do it.