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LOL! Welcome home, Dave. ;)
Every morning I have to take Austin's boxer shorts and pair of socks to the dirty clothes hamper. I do not understand why he can't seem to get them in there himself... but he can't. I am so tempted to just leave them there and see how many days worth I'll end up with but I can't make it past one day. Guess I'm just OCD like that.
Posted by: Grechen | May 06, 2006 at 01:43 PM
cute coffee maker!
Posted by: Tuesday | May 06, 2006 at 06:24 PM
Still glad he's home?!
Posted by: Sheryl | May 07, 2006 at 11:13 AM
I think once the kids get big enough to really trash the place, they get better--no, wait. Boxers on floor? Check. Table covered in crumbs after he "cleans up"? Check. Big giant heavy work bag on the diaper changer no matter how man times I say don't put it there? GOt it.
THey don't get better, it just disappears in a sea of greater irritants!
Posted by: kj | May 07, 2006 at 06:20 PM