I’ve decided I might be weird. Really.
I broke down and bought some new dish towels, after the great mildew debacle. I know myself well enough to know I could never look at those gross little mold filled “cleaning” cloths again and be able to clean with them. I just know.
So today, I could barely bring myself to use one of my new pristine towels to clean the dishes because the dishes were really dirty and I didn’t want to soil my new dish cloths. I’m too weird for words.
On another note, I now own personalized patio furniture. Check this out:
Yes, that’s our patio chair. With the word mom written on the seat and Maggie on the armrest. Oh, and the chalk that was positioned on the chair? Yes, that landed there for no good reason because the writing is done in permanent marker. At least she didn’t get a tattoo.
And this would be Maggie’s chair. Notice the artistic Gs, and the E that just won’t quit. Mike and I kind of had to laugh, out of earshot of the little artist. But she managed to hear and walk out and say “Isn’t it cute?” with a shy little grin on her face. I had to get all stern and remind her we write on paper, not on patio furniture.