If you were to walk into my mother's house right now - you find an immaculate, neat as a pin, eat off the floor kind of house. It has always always been that way. I am so thankful she can still dust, mop, sweep, wipe her little house. My dad built that house. Every nook and cranny is theirs - 52 years of marriage. Mom has lived in that house 32 years now. Wow!
Now....come into my house. Now it wouldn't totally embarrass me if company came by. But it is not mom's...and mom let's me know this by clucking her tongue. And saying...."you just help it Becky that you work..."
This morning - she started folding laundry and was wiping down my cabinets, all the while her tongue clucking. "Well, Becky we understand you work...you are busy..."
ha ha ha.
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