It’s that time of year again…
Anyone who has been to my house knows I’m not a clean freak. There’s a ten-minute period in April every year, however, when I feel intense shame at the filthiness of my windows. The sun is at precisely the right angle to pierce me with scandal, dishonor, and mortification. Luckily it doesn’t last too long. The shame, that is, not the grimy windows. Those are … Continue reading It’s that time of year again…
