A friend of mine asked me to house sit and watch his dogs while he was at Sturgis this past weekend. He also presented me with a cleaning challenge (if there's one thing I'm great at it's cleaning). His hot tub cover leaked while the hot tub was drained and it got all ick inside. Friends of his will be in town this coming weekend and he wanted to fill it so they can hang out in it at night. Full disclosure, I use the hot tub for my knee so it's in my best interest for it to be clean.
So I did some research, bought a special sponge, and then, on Friday, after my friend had left I looked at the hot tub.
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| oy vey! |
I got to work and had it clean in no time.
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| cleanest hot tub EVER |
Then, because I can't help myself, I cleaned his house. Not that it was dirty. But I ended up vacuuming all the window sills, cleaning the windows, wiping base boards, and doing all the stuff normal people don't do.
By then it was Saturday around noon and because one of his dogs is old she can't be left for long periods of time, and I thought...well...since I'm here...
And I cleaned his garage.
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| you could eat off the floor |
At that point I think my asperger's kicked in over drive. I installed the magic mesh door he bought a year ago but hadn't had a chance to install. I patched up nail holes in the bathroom walls and repainted it. I even reorganized his downstairs closet.
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| before |
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| after...yeah, I am awesome |
Today I took some stone remnants from his front yard and built a path around the hot tub so no one has to step on gravel when opening it.
I really don't know what's wrong with me. But I think it explains why people really like to have me as a friend. Though, my friend is coming home from sturgis early. Maybe he's afraid of what I'll do next...
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