Interesting thing happened on the way to my depression. I was in bed. (of course) and all of a sudden, with my head under the covers crying, my husband rolles in with the carpet shampooer. Dang, kicked out of bed. I believe he did it intentionally, I know I would have.
Anyway, so I'm walking thru the house and WHAM, the sunroom needs spring cleaning....
Anyway, so I'm walking thru the house and WHAM, the sunroom needs spring cleaning....





