Chores

Holy cow, for shame.  I promise I won't always whine about this but I'm having real trouble remembering my camera! I went shopping with J-sis yesterday and it was my full intention to snap a heck of a lot of photos on our crazy mall experience. Did I remember it? No! Were there many photo opportunities? Yes! I had to make a big complaint everytime I saw something photo worthy, I guess this is why people have smartphones... On the happy side of things - we had a wonderful time and finished the evening with tea and Downton Abbey - classic good times if you ask me.

January 21

This is one of those 'household items' shots. Laundry. Why is it the worst chore ever? It literally never stops. We have about a 30 min window where we sigh and say "the laundry is completed!" only to discover a full hamper the next moment. I hate laundry the most and I'm not even sure why. As far as chores go it's really pretty low maintenance. You put your stuff in a machine and walk away... not difficult. But then - don't you know - you have to fold it! And that is sincerely irritating. So most times, I, rather than being an adult, act like a spoiled child and wait for days and days of having the laundry sitting in the basket until it's thoroughly crinkled and then I Hubbers and I will begrudgingly dump it on the bed and sift through the remains. It's silly really - just get er done!

The offensive room - also, that laundry is the clean stuff.

This one looks like it's from the 60's because that's what era I feel like I'm from when I do laundry