In my own house. I was unner 8000 blocks, 600 pieces of crayon, 58 pictures of trains and a fountain of chocolate milk courtesy of JT while I sorted the "trash" and "keep" piles of half eaten books and ripped pictures which he thought was the funniest thing in the world.
I pretended the 3 Tyson chicken nuggets and plate of pineapple was some sort of noodley pasta concoction but it didn't come close. Neither did my desire to cook anything else so I ate JT's supper.
Who are you? And why are you here?
4 years ago
1 comment:
I really wish I lived closer so I could help you out with all that. Sorting is my lifeblood.
I love when other people move. All the fun for me without any of the stress.
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