This time of year, our tree outback sheds 'cotton snow' as we call it. It runs rampant all over the neighborhood and covers our whole back yard in 'cotton snow' which is then tracked like crazy into the house. I was about to vacuum the tracked crap...but not before I had to snap a photo of his socks...once again...forever more...on my floor.
What started out as a record keeping tool of my husband's inability to toss his socks in the hamper, has turned into his dishes that can't find their way into the sink and the clothes, junk and etc that orbits his chair on a constant basis.
April 14, 2011
I'm back! It's been well over a year since I posted the sneaky life of my husband's sock...but don't fret! They're still making appearances!
This time of year, our tree outback sheds 'cotton snow' as we call it. It runs rampant all over the neighborhood and covers our whole back yard in 'cotton snow' which is then tracked like crazy into the house. I was about to vacuum the tracked crap...but not before I had to snap a photo of his socks...once again...forever more...on my floor.
This time of year, our tree outback sheds 'cotton snow' as we call it. It runs rampant all over the neighborhood and covers our whole back yard in 'cotton snow' which is then tracked like crazy into the house. I was about to vacuum the tracked crap...but not before I had to snap a photo of his socks...once again...forever more...on my floor.
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