I HAVE ALWAYS had a thing for tiaras. Ever since I won my first little crown at three-years-old, I’ve been hooked.
I have dozens of sparkly little crowns stockpiled from my youth and tucked all over the when I’m having a bad day, I pull one of those twinkly little bad boys out, pin her to my head and get to dustin’, cookin’, cleanin’ and writing, often with the benefit of a big frosty margarita.
Suzanne Sugarbaker was right when she said there’s just nothin’ better in life than ridin’ around in the back of a convertible with a crown on your head.
It’s not that I hate cleaning. What I hate is picking up other people’s messes. Especially crumbs . . . and there are enough crumbs left on the table after each meal to bread a six-pack of cutlets.
And what’s with the “In The Vicinity Of” any way? The folks in the house hook-shot undies, socks and other dirty clothes into the laundry room, where it lands on the floor somewhere near the basket.
And don’t even get me started about rinsing dishes, or the lack of it . . .
So enters the season of Spring Cleaning–that yearly ritual of getting rid of clothes that nobody wants but no one will get rid of, deep cleaning the science projects from the fridge, freezers and oven, and all the other cleaning crap that, everyone else in the houses steps right over.
So, if you’re going to have to Spring Clean the house anyway, you might as well do it in style . . . just click on the pic, and you can order up some of the cutest little cleaning gadgets the Good Lord ever invented!