Sometimes my mom likes to swing by my place and do motherly things, like, clean up my apartment. (I think it gives her some sort of good mommy-juju or something.) This goes without saying, but it’s always very evident when my mom has wrapped one of her Operation: Clean-Up-Britt’s-Apartment-While-She’s-Not-Home missions — not only because I’m greeted by a nice, clean and tidy apartment, but because things just seem…off.
God, I love that woman.
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