We were planning on going to D.C. again. After all there are plenty of art museums I haven’t dragged my children to. But we bought thtudnwmtb and my husband suggested we stay home and work on it instead.
He’s in South Carolina.
So, today I took Bri and Elizabeth to thtudnwmtb, handed each a shovel and asked them to scrape little pieces of dried drywall off the basement cement. Bri felt a little awkward about it because two plumbers were in the basement putting in our boiler and it was just weird. Elizabeth was just annoyed she couldn't help me paint. I told her not to worry; there was plenty of painting to be done.
I’m paying them in Dunkin’ Donuts.
Bri’s poison: Jelly Filled
Elizabeth’s: White frosting with sprinkles
Most awesome part of the day from Elizabeth’s perspective: Spying on the neighbor who was dumping his leaves in our yard.
Most awesome part of the day from my perspective: Bringing the Dunkin’ Donuts’ card with 1 penny on it rather than the one with twenty bucks. “Really you want me to pay more than that?” Next question: How long have I been hanging on to that card?
And why?
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2 comments:
I work for donuts. Not true. I don't work.
Donuts are one of things worth working for.
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