Where there are no Oxen, the Stalls are Clean

This was the phrase floating through my head all morning as I cleaned my house. I cleaned everything. My house has not been this spotless in a long time. I cleaned with joy. I cleaned with a spring in my step. Bean helped me with the more fun parts, like the duster dealie-ma-thingie. The other day I read an article about being a good wife … Continue reading Where there are no Oxen, the Stalls are Clean