An email I sent to my Master Mind group who is coming to my house this afternoon.
“I’m not cleaning my house for you. Really, I mean it. You will be sitting on dog hair. That is after you moved the crap off the couch. Oh and the bathroom…well you’ll have to step over the toys on the floor. Oh and if we sit outside…you’re butt will get dirty.
I’m just sayin’
Can’t wait to see you both!”