So, it is late enough that I should be sleeping, particularly since I was kicked around and woken up so many times by my two not so little boys who HAD to sleep in my room last night. But, no. I am here, where I usually find myself distracting myself from the things I should be doing. I can say that my house is clean, but I must also confess that my beautiful, clean, folded laundry is sitting in baskets now for the third day. partly because I don't want to take it all upstairs to mostly cleaned out closets that still need some attention, which makes the task of putting away the clothes a little more time consuming...but more because IF I do put these clothes away, that means that they will wear them. again. get them dirty. again. And they will somehow, after a few requests, find their way back to the laundry room. That is a fate worse than...well, for laundry loathers like myself...just about anything. I don't really know why I dislike it because I have not had a hard time getting this all clean and folded. Maybe I have a fear of finishing a job. That would explain a lot. Truly.
Oh. More laughter for you to enjoy. I don't personally want these, but I think that you will at least get a kick out of it. Funnier than the idea...someone actually thought of it AND manufactured it AND put it up for sale. You'll see what I mean.
Just smile and know that IF you were to succumb to this tempting award system...you would win them all. And I do mean, all of them.
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