Once upon a time, I took toilets for granted. Yup…those precious, pristine, porcelain pedestals meant nothing to me. Though I visited them regularly – as I still do, of course – I never gave them a second thought…not the ones in my own home and certainly not the ones in public restrooms. They were the unsung heroines of my world. [...]Read more ›
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I think it is safe to say that I am a clean freak. Everything in my house has its place. My nephews know that when they come to my house cupcakes do not have icing because that is a mess waiting to happen. Actually, who am I kidding, they don’t even get cupcakes because the messy fingers, faces and furniture [...]Read more ›