Yesterday was the day I decided to clean up the back porch. I was going to scrub every inch of it. The light fixtures, walls, trim, windows. I was going to get down on my hands and knees and scrub the floor. It was going to sparkle. It was going to smell good. It was going to be so clean I could serve tea to the queen.
As I busily prepared the mountain of cleaning supplies needed for such a daunting task, I heard A hesitantly mutter from the back porch "Uh, Mom".
Upon closer inspection I found this:
Instantly, I was snapped back into reality like a twig in a hurricane.
Now the inside of my refrigerator sparkles.