Hell hath no fury . . .

I decided as I was on my hands and knees this morning furiously scrubbing the kitchen floor that I disagree with the usual "scorned woman" end to this statement. No, hell definitely hath no fury like that of a woman cleaning after her family has had the stomach flu. Bedrooms and kitchen done, now on to the living room and bathroom. p.s. I have somehow miraculously avoided this particular strain of virus. But I'm saying that very humbly and quietly so as not to rouse it.