March Madness at the Beach House

Ahhhhh, it is the first full day of Spring. The weather is awesome, the birds are singing and there is a pig living in my house that has to be hunted down and shot. After this past week, the realization has set in that I can never take another vacation in this lifetime. My primary job is now to keep watch on the house so the pig doesn't invade again. Can we say squalor? Truth be known, watching for the pig is secondary to STARTING spring cleaning.

It amazes me how sloppy the beach house appears now. Shucks, about half a day and it can regain it's old status. Hey, half a week and the yard and garage can be included. One of these days a wash job will even hit the hooptie parked in the driveway. Then it'll be a clean car going for a drive down the parkway. That pig has been driving it too. Damn pig HASN'T been on the Harley though! It shines like a new dime. Hey, as Clint Eastwood said, "A man's gotta' know his limitations."

Meantime, it's 'aching for bacon time - spring cleaning mode.' Anyone have a pair of extra large rubber gloves?

"Nature abhors a vacuum. And so do I."
~Anne Gibbons