There won't be any photographs in this here post, my dearest stitchy friends. I made the monumental decision to do a little Homekeeping today (*), and after cleaning the kitchen to within an inch of its life, I suddenly found myself with the Swiffer wet mop in my hand.
I'm dangerous with that thing, I tell ya.
Normal people use the Swiffer to wipe up spills, shine the floor, chase the dust bunnies, or to spruce up the joint.
But this is me we're talking about.
I've now trapped myself on my office chair because I had to wash the floors in the kitchen, entranceway, and then finally in here and now I have to wait for them to dry so that I don't smudge them all up with pink fuzzy slipper prints.
Yes, I have literally mopped myself right into a corner.
Progress pictures tomorrow, and I promise that there will be no discussions of anything remotely related to my insanity.
(*) Martha calls it Homekeeping. I call it a major pain in the a**.