Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Where Oh where?

Oh house of mine, why do you hide my things? Do you and the dryer have a conspiracy against me? I don't understand why you want to keep from me my chapstick or Audrey's slipper.

I accept that the dryer wants my socks. I can deal with that to an extent, but why must you go to the next level? My lips are chapped and Josh's carmex isn't doing the trick. My baby's feet are cold at night and she needs slippers that she can't kick off.


I guess this just means I have to go shopping so we can do this again next month.

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