Sunday, January 31, 2010

Livin' Small

I remember when mopping floors on a Saturday night earned me an hourly wage, a cut from the tip jar, a handful of shots, and a pitcher of beer. Now I sweep escaped Cheerios and scrub juice stains for kicks. Yay!

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for scrubbing the floor again last night! Nice work.

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