Monday morning, my husband drank his coffee out of a cereal bowl.
To be fair (to my slob self), our cereal bowls do have handles and could technically be called really big mugs.
But still . . .
I hadn't washed dishes since last Friday.
I know. I KNOW I have to do dishes. I KNOW it is the habit upon which the state of my home balances.
I totally know.
But y'all, I had special circumstances.
Unique circumstances. (I would love to say really unique, but there's no such thing. Unique is unique, so d...
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