after becoming (painfully) unemployed a couple weeks ago, i decided that it was the perfect time to GET THINGS DONE. you know. like laundry. and dishes. and moving stacks of books from one shelf to another with a critical eye.
my success rate so far on my venture? not so good.
but i swear it isn’t my fault.
instead, i have photographic evidence of WHO the real culprits are.
a small child eating meatloaf whilst watching a Veggie Tales film.
a small child swimming.
a small (cannibalistic) child.
he got it from his mama.
a small dog invading the personal bubble.
after viewing those (graphic) photos…can you blame me and my lack of “doneness”?
i think not.