We have an upstairs laundry room which isn’t a laundry room at all.
picture of upstairs laundry closet
I suppose it could be a laundry room, if someone cleared all the stuff out of it and installed a washer and dryer.
It’s absolutely impossible and I don’t care what anyone says to the contrary.
This is why I have a Laundry Room. With a pocket door. So that I can shut all those piles of clothes out of sight (whether they be in a stinky ...
Notes to Self:
~Just because there are chips on the counter, you don’t have to eat them.
~Wipe the laundry detergent drips up immediately. They are both difficult and disgusting to deal with when they have formed a small mountain.
I love the idea of being organized.
I loathe the process of organizing.
I adore the sight of an organized area.
I abhor the maintenance an organized area requires to remain organized.
I feel pretty certain I’m not organizationally ch...
The Case of the Pain in the Butt Dryer Handle
Being the Third Installment Concerning the Various Household/Calamities Which Are Out To Get Me & How I Plan to Prevail.
Catch installment two, before it gets away.
The Pain in the Butt ...
Though it is now late in the day, it is still
Or it would be. If I hadn't cancelled it.
Can you believe it, I just didn't feel the least little bit Subversive today at all!
It's a complete and utter mystery. ...
Welcome to Subversive Saturday!!!
Definition of Subversive: designed to overthrow government: intended or likely to undermine or overthrow a government or other institution
Disclaimer: Since I have no desire at all to overthrow any...
Or at least last night’s Today….
Outside my window…it’s a dark and windy night. Seriously. I am thankful for…my family of course! Books, Rugrats repeats!
From the learning room…begun reading Little Men to Little Bit; ...
The the day the Three Wise Men, or the Magi, arrived at Bethlehem to greet the Christ Child; repesenting all those people of the Earth who did not live in the Holy Land.
And in Ireland, Little Christmas: Nollaig Bheag. The day the ...
Ordinary is chaos…
Ordinary is stacks upon the kitchen counter, teetering, slipping, with what I need inevitably on the bottom.
Ordinary is barely being able to see the kitchen counter at all, (I seem to recall it’s black…)