Someone came in our apartment and cleaned it spotless.
I wasn’t home. Jaclyn wasn’t home. No one was home. And yet the place is spotless (according to Jaclyn). Cleaner than it has ever been.
We are both in shock as to how it happened, as the only person I know who MIGHT have a key to our place is Brad, and I doubt he did it. We’re both in shock… but I’m not complaining.
Maybe we have some weird stalker who likes to clean things.
Update: As I suspected, the new maid services being offer by our apartment complex went to #4806 instead of #4608. Ooops. Their loss.