Just last night...I sold it (Ha! I almost wrote that "sould" it!!).
It wasn't to the Devil, tho'...it was to this man:
Sigh...I love that guy. You know...I probably would sell my soul to the Devil for him.
Carrying on...last night, I was exhausted (and cold!!!!), and cold (and exhausted!!!), and I made a deal with him.
And here's where the selling my soul part comes in...
I told him, that if I folded clothes today (um, ahem...why am I on the computer?!!), and he and the kids picked up (i.e. brought in a backhoe and shoveled this house out from under the heap of crap layin' around...), that I promised I'd keep it clean.
Yikes. Keep. It. Clean.
What'd I just do?
Help me. I'm afraid I've just lost my soul forever...