oh, we’ve been naughty and we’ve gotta a mess to clean up.
shameful things have been going on here like on Christmas Eve when we dressed the baby puppy in a pair of jammies and took his picture repeatedly. but what we gotta deal with now is our basement. It’s time. We can no longer drop breadcrumbs to find our way to find the washing machine.
1. because Tyson would eat them (not Arrow…. he still can’t figure out the stairs. they frighten him)
and 2. Tyson would eat them.
this is the current state of our basement.
ick.
makes me sick to my stomach.
Mom, look away.
so this is what we’ll be busy doing the rest of this week.
if I don’t blog again by Friday, I got trapped under something heavy.
