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Show ' JUST STUFF I pride myself on being a half decent housekeeper. Granted, I probably wouldn't pass the "White Glove Test" if you were to run your fingers along the baseboards in the living rdom, and you will find a crumb or two in my silverware drawer, but I don't consider myself a slob. I wipe the Jam up off the counter tops and keep the drips of syrup off the refrigerator shelves. I even manage to keep the fuzzy furries from growing In the bathroom, and I move the knick-knacks when I dust. My feeble attempt at housekeeping made but a facade of cleanliness. Kraig and I have been getting our house ready to sell, which brought to light the fact that we had a veiy "ur" house . . , touch-up, fix-up, clean-up. Especially clean-up! I always assumed that we had fur-lined floor boards, that is until I realized they we're actually covered by an accumulate of lint and fuzz. I had always figured that we had a specially textured sort of glass, creating a droplet effect, until I tried Lime Away and an S.O.S. pad! The spots on the carpet weren't modern art designs after all, nor were the marks on the Linoleum floor. A little 409 and some elbow grease assured me of that. After "whiping down the walls I found that the living room wasn't really a dingy-grey after all, but a nice creamy white. I had always throught that the glass over the fireplace was smoked. It was, but not on purpose. A little Windex did the trick. You can actually see the grate without moving the glass! And, despite all the cob webs in the window well, we weren't raising pet spiders! Yes, you're right. I am exaggerating a little, but in our attempt to ready the house for sale, I have found that housekeeping, like so may other things, is more than skin deep! |