Scurryfunge
(v.) middle English; to rush around cleaning frantically, when company is on their way to your home. To clean briskly.
While the oldest known variations (1700s) relate more to scouring pots and pans, or even one’s children, the later variations are attributed to that panicked feeling you get when a long-lost friend calls you from a nearby rest stop, or your mother-in-law phones from the car to let you know she’s in your driveway.
Do you scurryfunge?
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Absolutely! I like to have my house be a welcoming place so the clutter and messes all have to be cleaned up. When I first learned about and used B&B options for lodging in the 1990s, I began to understand how a home could be totally lived in with children and pets and still be a calm and cozy environment to anyone. Little touches can make a huge difference and make a home a place one feels at home,comfortable, and special. I decided back in the 1990s that I wanted my home to be like a B
Well, I hit a key and posted before I finished the sentence! …………I meant to say have my home like a B&B for me, my family and anyone who visits. Who doesn’t love to come home and feel a place of refuge and comfort?
Yes, I definitely scurryfunge! I just did it this week as we were getting unexpected visitors. I could not get the house clean enough in so short a time. I was so glad for the snow because the visit was cancelled. I can honestly say that scurryfunging is no fun.