I awoke this morning to the sound of beer cans being rolled across my living room floor. Realizing this was not, in fact, a college flashback, I jumped out of bed and ran to the sound yelling, "Deuce! NO! That's alcohol abuse!"
When I entered the living room I found both Bonus and Deuce rolling cans across the floor to each other.
(Go ahead and stop wondering if the beer cans had anything to do with me being in bed still...they didn't and it was only 6:30 a.m.) You see, my father-in-law and brother-in-law had been visiting while I was in Nashville at Blissdom09 and I had returned to a bit of a 'bachelor pad'. (In case you've been following along, this is where I was embarrassing the family...)
Much to my relief, the beer cans were still full. (Thank God! Can you imagine the mess if they had that little bit of backwash left! Ick.)
Upon further inspection, I realized that these were cans of Natty Ice that my brother-in-law had left behind.
"Roll, baby, roll." And I went back to bed.
You see, dear readers, this is why when my friend, Candice Stone tweeted about her cleaning business, I just had to share my desperate need for a house cleaner.
And I'm sure you would agree whole-heartedly.