Toilets (continued)

Ah, mysterious Maid in Manhattan, you have unleashed a firestorm. Let me just say this: Durf and I each do our part in prep for our reunion. He cleans the toilet, I shave my legs.

I couldn't resist a quick post (I believe Carl predicted this urge). I can't say that upon my return to NY it was as tho I never left. That's because I've never seen this apartment so clean. I had an almost irresistible urge to dine off the floor. It was sparkling! I'm not sure whom I have to thank for inspiring this behavior, whether the Maid, the NUSTAR team or the NY Department of Health, but if it's a uniquely NY behavior, I'm moving here permanently.

All kidding aside, I could tell Durf was happy to see me because there was a giant Snickers bar sitting on the counter. (my secret addiction)