I know, I know hold your applause.
I promised you the story of cleaning our indoor fountain - which is quite appropriate because as long as Lane and Becky are still here I have to fight the urge to put my head under until I hear my grandmother's voice.
No, I'll never do that. I'm sure it would get the fountain dirty and Kate would find a way to bring me back from the afterlife to clean it again.
Anyway, here's our fountain.
I know it looks outside and that's because it is. If you recall, I lost my digital camera because I was bad. So, I had to use Google images.
Either way, it's close enough. This one is actually a little smaller than the one in our entryway, so bear with me.
But fountain cleaning is a pretty standard procedure.
Oh, that's hot.
Back on track here, sorry. So, the first step is draining the water.
Oh God, you're a naughty little indoor fountain kit. I bet you like pumping yourself. Ooooooh.......
Oh Jesus...
Next time I'll tell you the story of how I cleaned up the keyboard.
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