She must be a Cheeto...
Health conscious mothers, this is not the house of artificial horrors. The Princess of Wails has only honored a Cheeto bag with her presence once, and you're looking at it. Faith is a total granola girl, preferring organic rocks (teeth sharpening), Georgia clay, wood chips, weeds, bar soap, and my personal favorite - dog hair pulled out of the dog's grooming brush.
3 comments:
We do Cheetos. It could be the death of us - but we do Cheetos. Or I should say the kids do. I do not prefer Cheetos. I like Tortilla chips.
AND?
THE TABLE!
I LOVE THE MOSAIC TABLE!
And now that you've had me yelling at you about your table, I'll say bye!
*waving*
GIVE ME YOUR TABLE!
Thanks! I'm going to be a total dork and flat out admit how honored I am that you have taken the time to comment on this comment-less blog THREE times. You've raised my blog esteem above sea level. :)
The groutless table that never gets finished? The only grout in the table are peas, seashells (yes seashells!), pasta noodles, and other tiny bits of decaying matter. If you could imagine spilled milk...OIY.
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