A couple of Saturdays ago, I spent a marathon day cleaning out the garage and the storage room, the last two bastions of chaos that I had been dreading. We finally broke down and listed our house with a real estate agent (and chafe against the 6 1/2 % commission somewhat)...who so far has gotten less showings than I did but hey, our realtor knows Ted Nugent and was going to call him to see if he (or his hunting buddies) want a little house in a big woods with lots of deer you can shoot from your front porch before you even finish your morning coffee...
But I digress...
So anyway, I was so exhausted I fell into a chair just to unkink my back muscles. Little Katybird tiptoes up to me and hands me this note:
For those of you who can't read Katybirdese...it says:
"Dear mom
I noe (know) you are having a hard time taling (taking) care of the nose (house).
from Kate to mom"
Awww...perhaps I will stop ranting about how I work my fingers to the bone and feel like the household maid around here.
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