how many of you know someone who, when her list of things to be done tonight (if she were to write it) would be approximately as long as I-95, decides to, instead of cleaning her apartment (which would be items number 1-47 on her list) chooses instead to take photographs of her mess? And then sits down and blogs about it?
If you have stumbled upon my blog by accident, your answer to the above question is quite likely "zero." This is normal, and shouldn't concern you.
If you read my blog because you know me, the answer to the above question is, as much as this may disturb you, "at least one."
But look at how pretty my mess is!!
okay, maybe that one isn't so pretty. had to be honest about the dust.
anyone want some magazines?