I just finished cleaning up a pile of cat barf on my hardwood floor.
He just keeps hanging around until you give him the good stuff.
Pick up the stuff that's left lying around and hide it (except for things like school books or homework). When she tells you she can't find her stuff, tell her you have it and she can have it back in 1 week IF she picks up after herself from now on. Every time she backslides, hide what she's left out and add another week to the stuff you already have hidden. My kids used to leave stuff in their pockets and I had the inglorious task of emptying the pockets on laundry day. I got tired of fishing out used kleenexes so I told them anything I found in their pockets was mine. By the end of two weeks I had enough coins to buy myself a nice ball of yarn. After that it was a rare occasion when I found anything in a pocket.
Hi Maggie. I remember you from Blogster. Sounds like you've been through the wringer. I'm glad you're finding so much joy in helping your MIL. You'll find a safe haven here. Vent away.
Aw, how sweet. Did you give Eloise some yarn to play with? That pug is as cute as dear butts.
Yum Yum Yum!
Congratulation Grampa! If you call your grandson Jensen good memories of him will replace the bad memories of your ex-wife. I mean that you will associate that name with your grandson and not your ex.
Even the bum views are cute. Beautiful painting.
I know several people like that.
On the bright side.....you'll only have to plant 6,000.
Wall and steps look great! Poor fish.
I well remember my grade 6 teacher, Mr Bruce Murry. It was his first year of teaching and his enthusiasm was quite contagious. He was 21, only ten years older than me and I'm sure I wasn't the only girl in the class who was devastated when he announced his impending nuptials.
I love it!
That squash casserole sounds good. I love squash!
Six burly men would be needed to drag me, kicking and screaming, into a plane for the purpose of jumping out of it after it has taken off. I think you are very brave.