pictures from the underground

the fruits of my cleaning

what's been happenin'

so, shortly after i began my blog, my sainted nana died. while her death wasn't entirely unexpected, it certainly didn't leave me in the mood for much (isn't funny how even cleaning can seem like too much when you're depressed?). but, i snapped myself out of my funk (or my two babies did) and i realized my nana would not want me to live in abject squalor or filth, and so here i am. in a much, much cleaner home.

my first order of attack was to clean the upstairs. once an entire floor felt livable, the rest seemed pretty easy. i'm leaving the dining room and the library to my babydaddy/partner-in-crime, who promises me he'll have them done now that summer hath come (he's a teacher). we shall see! until then, i'll post some pics of the house, talk a little more about the gross things i found therein, and then move on to my next "projects" - my body, mind, and soul (or, losing the baby weight, regaining some semblance of youth, and writing my first pathetic attempts at cheap romance novels so that i can stay at home with my girls!).

until next time.

where the devil are my slippers???

alright, so first rule of blogging: actually type something

got it. i've screwed up a little bit to date, BUT i assure you, i have been busy with my "project"

case in point, here is the living room now.

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