So, I sit here and look at the clutter that coats my house, and admit to myself that something's GOT to be done. It's a pigsty. Literally. A whopping pigsty. There are way too many books, even more dust and the flat surfaces are beginning to bow.
Wondering if we can do a lengthy course in Domestic Science this week in order to contend with it?
Tomorrow morning is soon enough, though, to deal with it. Oldest daughter is the process of making tonight's dinner, which is a total mystery except that she got the recipe for the main dish in Trisha Yearwood's new cookbook. And Blueberry Buckle is for dessert which she found in another cookbook. That I *do* know. It's cooling on the top of the stove, looking all gooey and yummy.
Guess I'll just think about the cleaning that needs to be done. That's as much energy as I've got just now as it is. ;)
Wondering if we can do a lengthy course in Domestic Science this week in order to contend with it?
Tomorrow morning is soon enough, though, to deal with it. Oldest daughter is the process of making tonight's dinner, which is a total mystery except that she got the recipe for the main dish in Trisha Yearwood's new cookbook. And Blueberry Buckle is for dessert which she found in another cookbook. That I *do* know. It's cooling on the top of the stove, looking all gooey and yummy.
Guess I'll just think about the cleaning that needs to be done. That's as much energy as I've got just now as it is. ;)
