I love my husband dearly, but he makes a lousy roommate. And I'm not convinced we'd live together if we weren't married.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Dining Room Table Dumping Ground
We've run into issues before in this household with things ending up on the table we eat on that just really should never be there. You know. Like ear plugs (gag).
But lately.
When Steve gets home from work (he's been a good teacher and has been going in early to set-up his new classroom). He dumps everything on the dining room table and goes about his business.
Like his clothing.
And his backpack that's older than I am.
Lord only knows where that thing has been.
But lately.
When Steve gets home from work (he's been a good teacher and has been going in early to set-up his new classroom). He dumps everything on the dining room table and goes about his business.
Like his clothing.
And his backpack that's older than I am.
Lord only knows where that thing has been.
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