Tomas has been gone all week. (oops, sorry! I made it almost one whole day!) So how is it exactly that all of our hampers are still overflowing with a smorgasboard of stinky men/youngmen/toddler clothes?! Even Tomas has an overflowing hamper, and he is not even here!
What the hell guys!
Oliver has this new habit of storing "treasures" in his pockets. Why do they even give toddlers pockets? For their wallets? Really?!
Here is what I found yesterday in his teeny tiny babykin pockets-
4 clothing tags (he forces me to cut them off, but them keeps them. He rubs them adoringly through the day. Why?)
3 small grey pebbles
1 ball of rolled up red string
1 (originally was a ) breadstick
32 cents (ka-ching! Housekeeping IS profitable!)
House rule- mom keeps the money she find when doing the laundry. It's my sur-charge.
Today I received one of the highest compliments ever. A dear family friend of ours claimed that my writing style reminds her of Erma Bombeck.
I was flabbergasted!
Here is a link to an amazing website of hers-
With that- here is a quote of hers that I love (and you know me and quotes!)-
"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, 'I used everything you gave me.' "
Have a good day dearies!