There is a box of eggs on my table. So many that they won't fit in my fridge. Can you say Angel Food Cake?
There are tiny wood chips all over the floor because Dominic decided to chop kindling wood, on the living room floor, with a tiny cast iron frying pan. But he was SO proud of all the wood chips that he carefully piled in a basket that he attached to a toy tractor with a ribbon and hauled to the wood stove. How could I tell him no?
There is a card table PILED with papers in the corner. There are no excuses for that. At all. Even slightly.
There is a banana peel on my computer desk. Because I just ate it. And it was yummy.
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