The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Rug?
Seven years ago, as a college graduation present, I received a giant, vibrant, Oriental rug from my parents. At the time, I thought, I am going to have this forever...and then I had kids. How on earth do I clean a rug like this and not put myself out hundreds of dollars? Can I just Resolve a couple of square feet at a time? It needs help. Our spills are out of control.
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