I did not take this picture today.
Actually, I did not take this picture at all. Someone else did.
Sometimes I read blogs that show pictures of everyday things in the writers life.
I don't do that.
But in honor of that lovely sentiment, here are the top ten things I would have taken a picture of today, but didn't.
- My car. I was disgusted to discover, when I buckled in The Pearl this afternoon, that a mailbox, a laundry hamper and a lunch box had all exploded in my car. I would like to make the hoodlum responsible for this clean it up. I probably won't though.
- My Pirate's shame. After dinner I let The Pixie make cookie dough. Like a pack of she-wolves we devoured what we could stomach. The Pirate was ashamed of us. He took a stick out on the grass and swung it around and ignored us.
- My clothes. After The Pearl finished what cookie dough she wanted I realized that most of it had ended smeared on me.
- My counter in the morning. What the heck? Does it need to look like that every morning after breakfast?
- My counter in the evening. What the heck? Why did I bother cleaning it this morning?
- My garage. We moved all our cr...I mean stuff into the garage to install new carpet, like, a month ago. We still can't park in the garage.
- My shower. I don't think I need to explain this one.
- My Pearl. Her face, most of the day, which was spent yelling at me.
- My Princess. Her face, when she fell apart before school because I left her shoes at her friends house yesterday. I. Me. The one who did NOT play in the grass barefoot, or their driveway barefoot, or get in the car to go home barefoot. I was the irresponsible shoe-abandoner.
- My yard. It looks real nice. Mr. Right mowed the lawn and it always looks goigeous when he does. But still. No pic.
The End