I had family over last weekend. I wanted to share some images of the beloved damage I hated to clean up.
This is where my nephew drew Tic-Tac-Toe on my coffee table. I left it there for 3 days. I hated moving it.
So, it's on my fridge until I die.
B-Lowe was HERE!
Dishes. See that to-die-for golden bowl on your right? It's my sister-in-law's, Jamie Shopper Pants. I love the design.
Remnants of Fritos which accompanied my other sister-in-law, Lindser Windser's, sensational Chili.
I ate a lot of it.
Because it's sensational.
This is what is left of the veggie tray. I'm posting this so my Trainer, Marshall Maximus sees I ate something healthy so I don't get in trouble at boot camp.
More on my pulled groin muscles later. Or is that T.M.I.?
Soda pop--and lots of it. Cousin Farmer Jon drank most of the Pepsi. Thank you, Farmer Jon, for drinking most of the Pepsi, or I would have.
Mama Sita brought gluten-free cupcakes. Their gone, baby, gone!
My table is left with the following:
- Fragments of frosting and candy from the ginger bread cookies the kiddies decorated.
- Paper towels for runny noses and chili caked mouths.
- Diet Mountain Dew enjoyed by my brother-in-law, Mike.
- Finger prints from everyone in the universe with posable thumbs.
What a cool day with cool people. I'm missing every one of them.
I must end this post abruptly as Diesel is, ahem, "loving" one of my living room pillows. My mother would die.
Over and out!