Handy tip

My niece, Debb, thinks she is the Queen of Clean. Personally I think she is just weird! She actually vacuums behind her pictures hanging on the wall. She said some day she wanted to write a book on how-to's for newly weds. I told her "Don't you dare. The divorce rate would go up to an all time high."
Now tips and hints are good, don't get me wrong, but, dang, let's be realistic. Vinegar on the shower head to remove calcium build up, is a good tip. But washing your van before work and just before dawn, a little freaky. To say she is a clean frea, would be an understatement. OMG and her husband. You could eat off his garage floor. Now that is sick. Told her she wasn't coming to my house, she be asking for a bee keeper suit. No white gloves in MY house.
She and I are having a contest to see who can grow the best, biggest, tastiest tomatoes in the shortest time. I keep telling her I'm gonna win, but truth be known I haven't planted them in my bat planter. Where the heck did she get that phrase from? I told her we have lots of rabbits and squirrels around here and can't even grow weeds. (OK, they don't like the weeds, so I guess that's a lie. The bastiges leave those and eat the plants I put in my yard). So I let her know that I was gonna hang my basket upside down and let grow like that. Thus, the Bat Planter.
She lives in Northern California and I live in the High Desert by Palm Springs. We text all the time. So much so that I had to increase my text messaging to 1500. Every month I call the little place to inquire as to how many messages I have left. I then divide that number by the number of days I have. I keep track of the texts I send to Debb each day so I don't go over. She keeps screaming at me to go unlimited, but I already up my plan by $20 be cuz of her. What is she thinking?
Today is Mothers Day and I did the text thing to all the Matha's in my life. I gotta admit it's a lot easier than calling 5 or 10 and staying on the phone all day. I mean, come on, I have things to go, people to do, places to see. I lost mine a year and a half ago so it ain't the joyous occasion it once was. She was 91, almost 92 years old. More on her later