Freshness That Stays Feisty

This is what Matt said describes me well.  He said this last Saturday after I praised him for having the house all clean when I arrived home Friday from a business trip.  He had his side of the room clean, his dresser clean and he even had all his stuff cleaned off the bathroom counter.  Plus, the kitchen was so clean.  Well, I got up the next morning, went down to the basement, saw that it looked messier than usual and I came up the stairs quite grumpy.  And I told him, "I was fine until I went downstairs."  It took awhile for me to get over the frustration that I barely had a walking path to our food storage.  I know I need to get over wanting to basement clean from all his boxes that cluttered up the basement in his other home.  It probably won't ever happen - in spite of his good intentions.  Anyway, Matt chuckled about my frustrations on Saturday and pointed out an add he saw for Downy "freshness that stays feisty" and said it's a good description for me.  I chuckled too - because it's true.