I have this judgemental UPS guy who shows up at my door occasionally, and he is seriously cramping my laissez-faire style.
I have this judgemental UPS guy who shows up at my door occasionally, and he is seriously cramping my laissez-faire style.
No matter how many times I repeat myself, scream, threaten–whatever, the kids (including my wife *ehem*) can’t seem to grasp the concept of picking up after themselves. They will pull down a game; play half way through it; leave it on the floor (they also have follow-through issues); and then pull some other dumb thing…
The next time you hear someone talking about sloth like it is some kind of deadly sin, don’t listen to them. I, Schmutzie, a person who once used embroidery thread as dental floss for several days rather than leave the house, managed to finish two whole tasks while doing little more than rolling around on the floor and using my clicky finger.
It’s been something like ten months since my husband and I quit smoking. Yes, I know, we are awesome and you wish you could be as awesome as us. But that’s not the point I want to discuss (today). Today I want to tell you about how I realized recently that my ability to “stay…