Scrubs

On my mom's last day in town, I promised her a chance to rest.  We had a slow morning--I got her hooked on "Friday Night Lights" (best show ever!) and then went out to lunch.  However, we couldn't resist stopping by Mercy Street and getting one last project in.  She discovered that the tiles in the kitchen looked much brighter after a quick scrubbing (probably more nicotine stains) so we worked on that for a couple hours.  Then, I dropped her off at the airport with the sincere hope that the next time she sees the house, it won't look like a big old pile of sticks and bricks.