Beverly inspired me and gave me a Christmas present early....she helped clean the kitchen and dining room. How sweet can she be? I can see the top of the dining room table and can walk without my socks pulling off, all my dishes are clean AND put away! The rats have been kicked out and the spiders are packing up since their food is gone. I saw one staring at me with this hateful look as he carried his suitcase out the door. I said sorry guys you gotta go, this is my Christmas present and you're not part of it. One spider was crying...from all eight of his little eyes!
I thought we cleaned this table! Where did this serving of Santas come from? I had everything off that table! This is a small peek at my dining room. I forgot a before picture but you really did not need to see that!
Another angle of the Serving of Santas. That is not dirt on the table. Dad's job after he got Alzheimer's, was cleaning the table and he did...constantly. This is another beautiful table he and Mom made from trees At The Farm. Dad would rub the knots in the wood with his finger nails for hours. This is the result. The dining table is thick enough I could sand it but it's Daddy's table and I want it to stay the same.
I'm just a silly sentimental spider missing fool!
