My Aunt Jude is in town from California with her lovely SO Jim. She’s smart and funny and kind and generous. Like me. Jim is quiet and thoughtful and is generously putting up with my obnoxious dogs. So instead of writing a nice long post with you, I’m listening to her tell stories and play scrabble with my kids.
Sorry, y’all.
But I will leave you with a question:
Why in the world can’t my family get floss into the trash? And why would anyone manufacture an item that causes so much trouble after it has been used? I refuse to step foot in the “boys” bathroom in our house, and FLOSS is one of the reasons.
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Don’t ask me. I’m still congratulating you on your mothering skills for getting them to use the floss in the first place. I can’t even get mine to hit the bowl when they pee.
Have fun with your Aunt and her SO. Get a bingo in Scrabble for me.