Every summer weekend brings with it a l.o.n.g. list of chores. Daylight’s burning and all that. Some I’m not overly fond of (crawling around under the house, for one). Others I don’t mind.

Some, I utterly adore. Like pressure washing. There’s just something so satisfying about seeing what you’ve accomplished, even while you’re still in the middle of it.

Utterly.

If this kind of love is wrong, well, I’m okay with that 🙂