This past weekend was so totally not about my health. I went to the doctor with a sick friend, didn't go running, didn't sleep much and nearly offed myself with cleaning supplies. Accidentally of course.
Let's back up. This fab and flattering (uh, sure) story begins with me jonesing for some Martha. Well the sage advice from her magazine at least. Reading Martha Stewart's ' 'Living' makes me feel like I've spent a few minutes with my sweet Gran and I just love her to pieces. We talk about gardening and God and antiques and life and she's my 'go-to' for help with my black thumb. I was thinking of her this weekend which reminded me to get 'Living'.
We found 'Living' at Publix (C'mon Sweetbay, get with the program) but before I could read it we came home to an awful mess thanks to our impatient dog and I had to bleach all our floors. Yuck. Double yuck.
I normally mop with vinegar and water but I felt the level if nastiness required some harder stuff so I thought for a minute about adding bleach.
Ignorant Person PSA: DO NOT MIX VINEGAR AND BLEACH. YOU WILL BE DEAD.
I should have read Martha's April issue first but thankfully Jesus loves me and He allowed me to only use bleach and water, no vinegar. When I finally got to dive into the magazine later I found this:
Thanks to Martha and praise to Jesus for keeping me alive and not letting me mix those things.
In other, more impressive, news we paid off another credit card this week. Woo hoo! Now if I can just learn to clean responsibly we should be on track.

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