Mother’s Day

I don’t live near MamaG, so I’m not able to celebrate Mother’s Day with her (at a pizza joint like Maude did yesterday), so I had to find another way to honor her. Which means I’ve been cleaning my house like my life depends on it for the last two hours. I’m not talkin’ scrub the floors cleaning… I’m talkin’ scrub the walls, baseboards, and floors, clean and disinfect your toilet bowl brush, plunger, and trash cans cleaning. Like, I’m immediately doing a load of rag laundry after I’m done with this cleaning. Washed curtains and shower curtains cleaning.

That is… until I think I broke the hose off my vacuum cleaner, trying to vacuum baseboards, and then I sent MamaG a profanity-riddled text, complaining that I hate the (really nice) vacuum (that she gave me for free like a year ago). 

I mean, what’s Mother’s Day without being reminded of what a selfish little brat your kid is?

I also sent her Mother’s Day card in Spanish. I like to do that every few years, just to keep her on her toes.

-Bev

P.S.- I need something stronger than Clorox to be high on right now. 

P.P.S.- If anyone you have vacuum cleaner knowledge, hit me up. #CleanSoHardVacuumsCantTakeMe