I have no excuse for the state of this house.
None.
It's hard to believe I ever worked. I can't keep up and I had no work-work to do today. I am, just now, looking at the following, all on the floor of my living room:
empty camera case
empty fold-up computer desk
ball
pillow
gopher--the grabber pickerupper thing
bin of old books
barbie (4)
barbie car,
9 kids books
train track
kids CD player
kids roller coaster toy
etch-a-sketch
3 sneakers
activity pad
puzzle pieces
5 stuffed animals
kids chair
Children's encyclopedia
Microscope
Toy Horse (36 inches high)
Swim mask, child's
basket
six tubes of acrylic paint
dixie cup
scissors
It's a damn good thing a tornado didn't pick this house up--or maybe I should claim it did?
