Life's little joys

So we broke down and hired a cleaning lady recently. It's a tiny place but we're going to need the help when the little lima bean shows up, so we bit the bullet early.

Talk about a guilty pleasure.

It isn't the smell of fresh squeezed lemons, or the lack of dog hair on every flat surface that gets me though. It's the toilet paper art that has won me over.


How have we lived this long without?