Bet she is a wiz on her smartphone.Yeah Diva, that's it. Her head is so filled with important things, so loading, and turning on a dishwasher won't fit into her brain. Funny, the use of the floor scrubber eludes her too.
I used to do laundry. Then I put a flannel nightgown and oops a cashmere sweater in the dryer. I claim no fault on the nightgown, it said tumble dry low. How was I supposed to know DW didn't put it in the dryer. The sweater? Dunno, maybe I just assumed everything in the washer was tumble dry low since the nightgown was. Now I am allowed to wash my white socks.Oldest son took it upon himself to do laundry one night when he was in 6th grade. He did great!
Works here. The place is a sty. But even given a week's warning, it would still be a sty. When my stepsister and her husband came by for a couple of days last summer I told her "Imagine the worst, it will be better than what you see when you get here".I always liked the Erma Bombeck line of thought. If a person comes to your door unannounced to visit, they deserve whatever mess they walk into.


that sounds a lot like my philosophy ... but I need a Roomba!
Music to my ears. Still raining hard but it isn't snow and the temps are near 50 today so maybe spring is finally trying to break winter's hold on us and push it out! Even the mud is welcomed at this point in time.