I was Mrs. Jones and Mom was Mrs. Smith. Gramma was Mrs. Brown. I am not sure why it was important to change our names, but I think we might have been the maids coming to clean. Winters brought deep ash and soot. Summers brought enormous amounts of dust fogging in those delicious open windows and propelled through the house by Emerson fans. Dirt didn't stand a chance.
Today little Mrs. Jones played the little red hen and cleaned half a bedroom all.... by..... herself.....
Not as much fun but still one of my favorite things to do... I left the windows for another day (maybe when my Amish friends return).
So... tomorrow is another day. Maybe I will be Mrs. Jones... and maybe I will be my own bad self and watch YouTube videos... lol
Either way, I am sure we will enjoy another day of warm weather... One good thing. Mrs. Jones has AC... Yay!