char walks into my bedroom this morning with a disgusted look on his face and announced "someone farted in the kitchen." i hear ya, little buddy; i hate that sewage smell in the room i consume food in, too.
the missionaries are coming over for dinner, which i signed up for and promptly forgot about, so i'm hot-steppin' it to get the pizza dough risen and toppings ready for baking, as well as the flurry of necessary tidying. i offered the eldest olivers 5 bucks each if they can straighten the basement in 20 minutes. jacob, wholly serious, asked "mom, is it okay if we clean longer than 20 minutes?" ummmm, let me get back to you on that one, 'cuz that's a real dilemma for me.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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