Cleaning

Love Jack but I had no choice. I had to fire him as a housekeeper. It's not that he can't clean and it's certainly not that he doesn't have the enthusiasm.

He's being so good and solicitious about helping and I'm touched but he's just not as good as Lucy, my cleaning lady. I don't know. Maybe it's a Mars Venus thing. First, Jack didn't like any of my "cleaning products" as he called them. Had to buy his own. What's not to like about Fantastic, Windex and Pledge! Who am I to judge as long as he was willing to clean.

So I'm all excited to walk through the front door and see and smell a freshly cleaned apartment. Huh, no lemony smell. And though the wood floors in the wide open areas were clean, under the table there were the kinds of dust bowls you usually see on old western movies!

You see, Jack vacuumed the wood floors! The fact that I have boxes of swifter in the cabinet went right over his head. Maybe he missed the commercials. It's ok. Now he knows what all of us women know. That vacuuming a wood floor only scratches a wood floor! You vacuum rugs. You swifter wood floors.

And as I walked through the apartment I noticed he somehow missed a few important areas. The bathroom sink for instance. Remember that ManDust I mentioned. Well, it's still there. In addition to cleaning the sink the drain has to be cleaned, too.

The best part came when I was brushing my teeth and noticed the vintage mens razor container that's displayed on the lid in back of the commode. Oh sorry, it broke when I was cleaning....

I picked up a picture frame with cracked glass. Oh sorry, it fell when I was cleaning.........

Beach glass that was in a glass dish on the window sill wasn't there. Oh no, when I was cleaning..............

I thnk you see where I'm going here. My friend is a one man wrecking ball. So now Lucy is in, Jack is out!