Today is the day before Easter. The only Saturday afternoon that I have had off in a while, and what do I do?
I go to a rehearsal. I go to the grocery. And then, I clean the car. We're not just talking about throwing away the little bits of trash and removing the travel mugs, we're talking full-scale with the shop vac and the windex and the upholstery cleaner cleaning the car.
Today is also my Opa's birthday. I think my Hindrichs genes were on in full force to celebrate his birthday. How do the Hindrichs celebrate? They clean.
Seriously SERIOUSLY wrong.
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So, did it feel good to do that cleaning? I get the same way sometimes and while I feel weird taking my time off to clean, I get such a sense of satisfaction
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