There’s laundry to do. A lot of it. At least, there is a lot to put away. And there are dishes in the sink. And dishes in the dishwasher. And kid’s butts to wipe. There are a lot of butts to wipe. Also, it is raining. Netflix is on. I’m wondering if I should just start a bonfire on the lawn and burn all of the dishes and burn all of my clothes and buy a tiny house to live in on wheels. But if I lived in a tiny house I couldn’t go to Target, buy unnecessary luxuries, and then trust the many knick knacks in my house to disguise them from my husband. “Oh those salt shakers? Well, we’ve always had those. Their heirloom owl shakers from my Amish ancestors.”
I am thinking about coffee and caffeine and coffee and maybe I should just get up and make the coffee. Certainly that could give me the desire to make the dinner and do the dishes and put away the laundry and wipe the butts. Those butts they do not wait for no man. Maybe though, just maybe, I should glue googly eyes on everything in the house. Wow, that is INCREDIBLY MORE appealing to me then doing chores. Okay, I’m going to do that.
Be right back.
Yes. This was the right choice.
Founding Father googly eyes- check!
Take that dirty dishes! You’ve been googled!
Last, but not least, my googly lil mana-tea. I see you little guy! I bet you really can see me now! Holy peepers!
And last but not least- here is the first picture I took. I kind of like this one better, but for vanity’s sake I posted the nice one.