Aline is coming, Aline is coming, Aline is coming!!
I'm so excited, I know Jacquie is too. I'm extra excited because she is staying at my house! In preparation for her and her daughter's arrival, I had some serious cleaning to do.
I try to keep the house presentable, but I don't "deep clean" very often. The last time I cleaned thoroughly was when Dorothea and her people were coming to visit back in October.
So, suffice it to say, I spent some time at home this weekend digging in.
The girls rooms were the worst. So much dust and crap and nonsense to wade through.
I found all sorts of crazy shit.
But I almost fainted when I found this in my soon-to-be-10-year-old's closet.
Holy mother of god, serioulsy?
I mean, I KNEW it wasn't cocaine. I knew it, right?
Of course I knew.
But my first reaction was to sniff, then dip my finger in and taste.
Oh, thank the 8 lb baby Jesus, it is NOT cocaine.
What the hell is it? I have no idea. Nor do I care.
The point is, it's not cocaine.
And her room is clean.