Monday, December 12, 2011

This IS My Beautiful House.

We spent all day scrubbing and scouring and Cloroxing and cleaning the shit out of this house, and we are left with a gleaming, shining, sterile abode, and red, raw hands stinking of bleach.

I am happy as a pig in shit.

Well, this kind of pig in shit, anyway.

Because even he is sensible about bum-bum germs.