Another spring day. I am reminded of one of my favorite films of all times The Producers. The 1967 version. And that wonderful song and dance scene “Springtime for Hitler”. Seems appropriate.
Doing a couple of quick laps around the building this morning when I came upon this pile of crap that some poor soul was moving out of a relative’s apartment. Who needs TWO fake Xmas trees?
I am still on my “one discrete area per day” of cleaning. Today’s target was under the kitchen sink.
Easy to make. Most likely that is the best thing in today’s paper. Maybe the best thing in the paper all month.