I did not want to freak out the cats with vacuuming after all the scrubbing I did on the floors. Yeah, I have a heart. Who knew? So, instead I finished some laundry, took a shower, and made the high bachelor gourmet meal of baked beans with sliced hot dogs! Sheldon would be pleased.
Well, maybe not. It was in beans, not in spaghetti.
Not that you can tell. Damn linoleum is older than me. I cannot tell I scrubbed them on my hands and knees. But I know they are clean, and that makes me feel content. I can confidently walk on them barefoot and not worry about having some nasty bacterial infection decide to attach itself to my soles.
Now comes the part that my cats hate: vacuuming!
Speaking of cats; Cinnamon, who has been hiding since the start of the floor scrubbing, has now decided to come out and say hi. Is she in for a surprise. She will hate me for the rest of the day, that is for sure.
Major cleaning effort here at The Castle. I have just finished cleaning the toilet and scrubbing the floor in the bathroom. Next is sweep and scrub the kitchen floor. All the while my iPod is playing my Rock Mix through the Blu-Ray sound system. I am most certainly enjoying myself this morning.
Yeah. And if you believe that, I have the title to a castle in England I can sell you. However, you might have to evict the squatting royalty perched on what they call their throne.
Arrogant elitists. What pain they are.