Sarah went to bed the other night with this sign on her chest:
Gawd that cracks me up.
I feel the same way Sarah, I really do.
Mark and I spent the entire day cleaning and yet, amazingly, we made very little visible impact. How does that happen? Clean the basement and the closets, that’s how. *sigh*
I am pooped.
I have a frozen pasta dinner in the oven for tonight’s dinner (no energy left for anything more than that) and I am trying to decide how much kitchen prep to do for tomorrow. I have a feeling I’m going to be on the couch instead, with my feet up, watching the second half of Gone with the Wind.


