sigh
My laundry hamper is full, the office is full of papers and “misc.” to sort and pack away, and I have much reading to do for my upcoming lit class; yet I just spent 30 minutes adding my birthday roses to my dried flower arrangement, then rearranging my anniversary dried-rose basket to add my wedding bouquet….
Time to do some real work.
But why do something productive when there are so many more unproductive things do around the house?
Honestly, I don’t understand you–you make too much sense.