I tend a bit to the Phyllis Diller end of the housework continuum:
I like a clean and orderly home, naturally, but it needs to reach a critical mass before I’m overly motivated. If I don’t dust the furniture, it will only gather more dust and so much the better in which to write Bob a love note. On the other hand, if I’m not out in my garden watering and such, my green babies might DIE!
Now really, which is more important??
So it’s pretty amazing what Continue reading “Phyllis Diller, my heroine”