It's Christmas time.
How do I know?
Well...I have to spend my time shopping, wrapping, baking, decorating.
Which means some things just get neglected.
Okay. so not really.
You think I could function in this?
Dirty or dusty? Okay.
On my day off one week I had to make 22 dozen shortbread. Yeah.
I babysat my niece, on top of my 3 kids. (well not exactly on top. She's little. That would hurt) She was here. So were my kids.
And, as you see, my house did not fair well.
Neither did I.
I ended the day by falling down the stairs, crushing about 1/2 of the shortbread.
**btw** I can't blame the desk on the kids. It was me. ALLLLLLLL me.
Make it memorable.
We sure will.