I moved all the chairs into the kitchen so I could scrub the floor under the dinner table. Naturally, this meant that Huck had to climb on those chairs and stand at the counter that is usually so tantalizingly out of his reach. And NATURALLY, this meant he was bound to knock over a cup someone had left half-full on the counter. And naturally it had to land on the sparkling clean floor.
Like putting beads on a string with no knot, isn’t that what Erma Bombeck said about housework?
Not a Morning Person
At first this post was just pictures, but then I went back and added words.
Our Life (Together) Is So Precious (Together)
pink paper pianos
A Little Smackerel of Nothing