She says things like, "Now you won't get upset if I open the shades and clean the windows, will you?".
Um...in a word...'no'. In fact, here is the vinegar and some newspaper and do you want me to watch Little G while you do that instead of you watching him while I
Anyway, with her here and my son safely out of my responsibility and my windows sparkly and clean, I have decided to blow off the list of things I want to blog about and go take a nap. In the sanctuary of my air conditioned bedroom.
Please don't be too pissy at me...here...to appease the masses...I offer up this cuter than cute picture of my son.
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So much for my son being safely out of my responsibility.
I painted my kitchen while my mother was over yesterday - during a conference call and my hour lunch break. Good help is priceless.
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