Ok - so the conversation in my head went something like this...
Mom "Gretchen dear, you need to get up and wash the blinds."
Me "Mom, the blinds are fine and I have cleaned everything else you wanted me to clean."
Mom "Get up and wash the blinds. You know it needs to be done, besides what happens if the perfect man walks into your life and your blinds are dirty..."
Eventually the out come... after several more words... the blinds are washed.
Peace,
G
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