While some of us attempt to look manly in our tights, others feverishly clean.
I cannot leave on holiday with a dirty house. It's ridiculous. We'll return to an inch of dust. But I don't care; I have a pot of soup on the stove from the refrigerator remnants, and I have sparkly wood floors. Gus is too giddy to clean. He's got a rendezvous in Rome with an old friend coming up. His pal is also a Gus. Those two crazy kids backpacked together through the Singapore rainforest when we counted Gus's age in weeks. Can't wait to see how the boys have grown. And I'll enjoy it so much more knowing my toilets back home smell nice.
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