I didn't start cooking dinner last night until after 8:00.
There are two baskets of clean, folded laundry in my room that have been sitting there since Friday.
Jazzy keeps coming to my room at night and I'm too lazy to walk her back to bed.
Someone at church asked Drew his birth date - he didn't know.
J and I spent yesterday feuding, morning till bedtime, and I still don't know what we were arguing about (and I still don't want to be nice).
There's more, but that should be enough to help you start the week feeling good about the state of your lives. Press on, ladies!
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