The Recovering Baptist came over and cleaned my bathroom, swept my steps and my landing, and somehow made cleaning the kitchen not suck so bad.
She is magic.
It was amazing. I think she really likes to do that stuff. And it looks good and it smells good.
I did my first bed interview with her, which turned out pretty funny, but not in the on-purpose way. The dog insisted on laying between us like a piece of wood between unmarried settlers.
If I can get it uploaded to YouTube, I’ll post it tonight. We discuss the Refugee Baptist and Sista Smiff, so good times. Also, you’ll see the dog lick the cat, which is certainly something I’d never seen before.
Next, I hope to get Miss Plimco. And maybe, someday, Blake, with his great big cute eyes.
And his cold conservative heart.
I bet I could talk B-Dub into it, though, and boy do I have some questions for him.