She is now digging through my beads for something to hang on it.
While she did that, I got to work on the room where all refuse goes to die... If I keep at it long enough, it will be, at the very least, livable...
Here you go. Proof of work.
The west wall is in good shape.
The closet is cleaned out....I can even see the floor all over the room!
Wow! There's actually a beige carpet under all of that stuff that was scattered around.
I found lots of stuff that I didn't know I had, while digging.
I could pretend to be finished until she came in, perched herself atop two baskets of leftovers and announce, "If you don't tell people what you are hiding in here, I will!"
OK....So I still have this much to put away(and a wee bit more).
Why is it, I can't get away with anything with the blabber mouth around? She is now calling loudly for me to stop typing and come finish putting things away.
I guess Tessie knows best...I never thought I would utter those words in a sentence together...
See you tomorrow, with a clean workroom!