When Gma says she's coming home
Me: AHHHHHHHHH //explosion, walks out of smoke with a handkerchief tied around head, apron on, broom and mop straped behind back like swords, bottles of dish soap on hips, a row of scrubby things along chest, spray bottles in each hand// Let's get our clean on.
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