Mom cleaned the Sewing Room today. She dragged the rug-sucking monster around. She washed dishes and did the washing machine shuffle. She even cleaned my cat hammick! The whole house is clean, and she's squee-ing something awful. She keeps repeating over and over, "I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready!"
I've been ready for days, dunno why she needed to get all crazy about it.
(Oh, and she had to get a bigger suitcase.)