Maybe it skips a generation?
My mother is descended from a race of people who are compulsive clean-freaks.
The stories of my great aunts who each had their own personal broom and dustpan are legendary.
These people cleaned things. Every. Day.
And liked it.
Sadly, that part of my Cuban ancestry must be recessive.
A big THANK YOU to my husband, Eric, for understanding that about me. I love you, too.
(previously posted at MBFCF)