I used to have a cleaning
lady. No, not my mom. Well, okay yes, Mom used to be my cleaning lady many
years ago. But I'm talking about later in life. Like around eighteen years ago
when I met Mark. I used to come home from work and find my house spotless after
my cleaning lady was here. Unfortunately, he quit not long after Mark moved in.
I was never sure of the reasons behind that, but ever since then I have been
the cleaning lady.
After the lengthy job of
painting the house and repairing the swimming pool, I have begun the process of
preparing the house for sale. That means I am scrubbing the place from top to
bottom, one room at a time. It's amazing some of the things I have been finding
as I go through the place. I found ladies slippers under the sofa. I'm not sure
where those came from. They aren't Alicia or Alexis' size. I have found an old
television remote, an ancient condom (not used, still in the package), many old
dog chew toys, and lots of dead palmetto bugs. No matter, this place will be
gleaming by the time I'm done. I'm sure Mark will appreciate the cleaning lady and leave a nice tip.
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