Crazy Clean

After we get back from the flea market today we have to insanely clean the house. We have another photo shoot here on Thursday, and we live in a crack den when no one is photographing our house. I told Deke to think of our house for the next few days as if a museum and an operating room had a baby, it would be our house. This may be a bit too abstract, just don't dump your toys out. When we had Home Companion shooting at our house I knew there would be no reason for anyone to see my closet, they certainly weren't going to shoot a closet full of black Target t-shirts and khaki pants. My closet became the dumping ground for everything that doesn't belong in a magazine shoot. Our toaster oven, coffee pot, Costco size box of Rice Krispies, legos, boots, backpacks you name it, and it ended up in my closet. I had to run out on the first morning for a few minutes and when I returned I saw one of my tunics draped over a chair in the living room. Yikes, they had innocently ventured in to my closet to find something with color. I can't imagine what they thought when they had to step over an ice cream maker and a basketball to get to my shirt. I learned my lesson, this time we aren't going to hide things in my closet. I think we will bury everything in the backyard.