Cracked Hands and a Polished Ring

The boy is coming to my hometown to spend new year's eve with me, I feel pretty special. In light of this visit I was forced to clean the upper half of my home, the place I used to live. Let me tell you it wasnt pretty. I spent 4 hours straight non-stop working. I washed mirrors, vacuumed, swept, washed counters and sinks, changed bed sheets, cleaned a shower, and for the first time in my life cleaned a toilet. Yes I did just say it was my FIRST time cleaning a toilet...that means ever. The most horrifically scarring incident had to be taking out the trash. There were 3 trash bags that needed to be taken out, the first two not so bad the third smelled so bad I almost threw up what dinner I had just eaten. Mind you it's not that I or my brother are unsanitary it's the fact that both of us have only been home 6 times in 4 months and used it repeatedly until today without a bag change. It was really bad, and I never want to smell something that awful ever again. I also baked a cake for him! I hope he'll like it, and appreciate the hard cleaning effort. Yes I wanted it to be clean for the sake of being clean, and yes so that he had somewhere that was livable, and yes even to impress him BUT mostly because I really care about him. In this blog I assure he will always be reffered to as boy so don't expect to find out what boy could possibly be so wonderful, he knows who he is. Hell, I call him boy in real life. But he is wonderful to me and I can't ever seem to find a way to repay him, I hope the time we spend tomorrow together will show him how much I do care about him.
Have a great new years!