Forgive Me

Despite the weather, I’m going to assume Spring is in the air. At my household this will mean several bouts of spring cleaning. This, for me, is a dreaded, dreaded time. In part, I loathe these elbow-grease scrubbing sessions because our home is utterly spotless. My wife is the cute female version (and one that doesn’t lose it later on with a mid-life crisis) ofDanny Tanner. All throughout the year we weekly engage—and by “we” I mean she—in spring cleaning, so sometimes it is hard for me to k...