Saturday, January 13, 2007


Why do people never stop by when my house is clean? Even reasonably tidy? But leave those dishes in the sink and the laundry in a pile and inevitably the doorbell rings. I woke up this morning with some kind of stomach bug, and went back to bed. My dear husband took all of the kids...somewhere...and at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I just ventured downstairs. (Home of "The Mess.") That's when the doorbell rang. The neighbor girl is selling girl scout cookies, which I wouldn't want to miss, of course. I just wish she would have stopped by on Thursday.


Anonymous said...

In a word...humility, my friend, humility!

Llama Momma said...

Indeed. But don't you think I've got ENOUGH of that already???