My house is passable by very lenient standards and that's okay. As long as we can get from room to room without tripping, it's all good. It will get clean before any grandbabies come along to crawl on the floor. I hear the helicopter flying over that was landing when I left work today. A couple of law cars and a helicopter usually means something bad. I always pray for those people in the choppers and for the ones who are caring for the patients. I guess I feel like I know 'em. Does that mean I love my job? You bet your ass I do.
Ya'll enjoy your Monday. And count your blessings that you're not getting a pap smear like poor little me. Wahhhhhh.