This weekend my husband decided to tackle some household cleaning. Well, I say cleaning, but he "power-washed" which sounds much more manly. (But let's be honest...it's like cleaning the floors. It just so happens that the floors are outside. Either way it's still cleaning.)
It's a huge difference between the before and after that no one will notice but us. Ah, how nice. Oh well, it still feels good to have knocked something off our to-do list. And the most important thing about his "power-washing" is that it cleared all the dead cicadas off our front steps. They were everywhere and they freak me out. (Just ask Brent.) I mean, just look at these things.
So disgusting. I don't know if you have them at your house, but they are ALL OVER ours... everywhere. Actually, if they aren't all over your house, can I please come stay for four to six weeks?
Until next time...