Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle

I'm on a roll with the housework. Maybe because I have so much else to do (phone calls and bill paying, and also work that I could get paid for). 

And maybe because I'm nesting. Except it's the opposite of regular nesting because 12 days from now my kids are leaving the nest for school, and then I guess I can enjoy my clean house. ("I guess"?! Of course I'll enjoy it. #ocdgoals)  But anyway today I Scotch-Brited all the chrome in my bathroom and bleached all the white things. I'm eyeing my butcher block counters next, which are looooong overdue for a sanding and varnishing. Much more overdue than the floor was for waxing. I have to say, I still love that floor and the counters (and their extremely low price tags) but I probably could have chosen lower-maintenance materials. Oh well, beauty is pain. Also, time is money. I know, it's confusing.

Also, in case you were unsure whether I was truly on my way to the housewives' hall of fame, I made a pie last week for the first time ever. A pie! Which my kids begged me to make. From the peaches they begged to pick. 

And then... they didn't eat the pie. They each tried a bite and declared, independent of one another, "I forgot I don't actually like pie." So, I ate it. And it was delicious.

Cute Polly in the orchard.

The end.