okay... maybe they are more like burglars but I like the word pillage better...time.money.food.love.foot scrub.... okay I'll explain further
I'm beginning to appreciate life more and more, yes this is in direct response to my little pillagers.
Tonight, in the tub I was taking a moment to scrub my toesies with a nice salty scrub and I used extra... because I may never see it again.
You see in my home, when something is left out, say on the tub so it can dry, it is pillaged. Taken and scientifically mutated into a pony poultice or alien repellant to be smeared on pillows at nighttime.... both true stories.this is an incredibly short post, mostly saying... I'm getting new perspective, I'm recognizing things of value.
Also realizing the task of writing the entire 'Kline Family Adventure' was apparently so burdensome I couldn't type a word for almost a year. So for now I'm simply writing my own, my own perspective my own adventure.Which will have frequent interruptions from the pillagers and other loves in my life.thank you
love and mmmmiiiiisssss you!
ReplyDeleteOoh, I love it! It brings to mind the time Ben used Dad's Tegrin (dandruff shampoo), almost a whole bottle of it, as "shaving cream" in the tub.
ReplyDeleteLove it, Renah! Thanks so much for sharing. Corrie, Jarrod and the three little girls are living with us for a few months, and I am identifying with this... Pillagers! That's it! Perfect. :)
ReplyDeleteLove you,
Aunt Dana
My Ezra girl is like a squirrel. She seems to be hoarding up her favorite household objects for the winter; spoons ans other silverware, dolls and crayons, and her sister's socks... all somehow wind up in a corner of my bathroom, next to the sink. Weirdo. :)
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