a productive saturday

as mentioned in the previous post, my house was in a state of major disarray. so i cleaned. all day.
here's my got-done list:

-3 loads of laundry, plus blankets, dog bed and 2 sets of sheets.
-washed dishes.
-walked the roxy.
-dusted the bedroom and living room.
-vacuumed the entire house.
-mopped the tile.
-put up all my dirty/clean-but-tossed clothes and put away the shoes.
-cleaned the mirrors.
-lint-rolled the roxy, then the couch.
-cleaned the kitchen counters and put things in their proper places.

my house is so clean now. i feel better and ready to take on one last week of taxes.

and speaking of cleaning...does your husband/do you do this? the law student takes his wedding ring off just about every chance he gets, it seems. not because he doesn't want to wear jewelry or flirt with other women or anything like that--he just takes it off. for instance, when he showers, or shaves, washes the dishes or waves with his left hand or something. and i don't mind. but he doesn't always remember to put it back on immediately and oftentimes leaves it exactly where he put it. you know, hanging off the shower caddy hook (my personal favorite), or on the edge of a sink or other bathroom apparatus. i came across it late friday night on the edge of our bathroom sink. i know men and women think differently. the law student, i'm sure, thought the counter was solid and clean and dry and next to where he was standing, so of course that was the perfect place to leave a wedding ring. i looked at it and immediately saw it slipping down the sink drain, sliding into the trash can or flying into a just-flushed toilet. (in these scenarios, no one has to actually flush the toilet--it just happens to be flushing at that exact moment.) so i hid it and went to bed.

cut to saturday morning, 11-ish. the law student is dressed, showered and ready to head to the library but keeps scuttling about, in and out of rooms. he asks if i've seen his wedding band. i say no and remind him that his band cost more than mine did. he keeps looking, saying, "i left it right on the bathroom counter." i smile to myself and try to keep a straight face. then he says he's going to have to look through all the trash he just took out. for a milli-second, i contemplate letting him do it, but then i scold myself for being mean. actually, i realized if he got through all the trash and then i told him i had hidden it and knew where it was, i would be in big trouble. so i go to the bathroom and show him the hidden ring. he was not too thrilled with me.