Hey, remember this post from 5 hours ago?
3 dishwasher loads, 2 MopBot runs, and 1 trip up the stepladder later, and the kitchen is clean.
I'm wringing out the sponge and folding the dishtowel and The Domestic Partner bursts through the door.
Their materials didn't get delivered to the jobsite, so work is cancelled this week.
"What's for dinner? I'm starving," he says.
I ordered Chinese.