Blow me away!

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.