Only a couple small-ish mold colonies were destroyed in yesterday's biannual Cleansing of the Fridge. What always stymies me, however, is how on earth BENEATH the fridge gets so gross. I mean, it's a giant, heavy appliance that never moves. We have radiant heat, no indoor pets and a central vac system. Our house is about as dust-free as outer space. Yet when I roll the fridge back from its spot (surrounded on 3 sides by walls and cupboards), there are spills, stains and huge piles of dust and hair and dirt and crumbs. Also Lego pieces, broken glass, coffee beans and a screw. I know for a fact the floor beneath that fridge was spotless less then 6 months ago when I had the kitchen painted. It's so dang weird how it gets so filthy under there.
We're down to ONE shovel at Chez Green Girl. It's currently residing in a trailer on the Back Forty. I'm at a stalemate in my yard work until I hike back there to get it. We used to have at least THREE shovels once upon a time. TB broke one this summer, I suspect Team Testosterone lost/destroyed the other one.
Mr. T had his third cross country meet last night. He ran a better time yet again (1.75 miles in 13:02 minutes), this time in a downpour. Made us all very proud.
Mr. G took two baths last night. He explained to us that "I'll get double-clean, that way I don't have to take another bath for at least a week." I can think of about 20 situations where I'd like to apply his logic.
The Team was wicked late for the bus this morning, and at least 5 cars waited behind the school bus while they ran down the driveway. I felt bad for those drivers. I kind of wish they'd have started honking, just to drive it home and embarrass those dang kids. I shouted at them for at least 15 minutes to MOVE IT! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE! If I were stuck behind a school bus watching 3 kids fly down the driveway towards it, would I honk? Probably not.
Happy weekend, reader. May it be free of gross smells and unwelcome guests. I'm off to the woods.