I found out at 10pm last night that my MIL is coming to town today. My house is filthy. It's picked up and looks clean from a distance, but it's filthy. You know that pink slime that collects at the bottom of the shower curtain liner? And the flies that like to commit suicide between the screen and the glass of the windows? And the layer of dust that's on all the shelves above head level? And the black, sticky, mini hand prints on every piece of white moulding? Yeah, it's filthy. And unfortunately I can't crop or edit it out in real life.
So in lieu of the regular scheduled programming, I've started at the back of the house and am working my way forward. Shoveling the filth as I go. Good times.
But hey, the yard looks good. Ya think I could keep her out there the whole time?