Mess Confess
Me: Forgive me Father for I have Messed...
Me: And Father while I am confessing I'd like to get off my chest the state of our closet. It is a pitiful shameful disgrace. Clothing and shoes and bags everywhere. I would really like to move the previously mentioned hamper plus another one to the closet so our room is not a container of laundry piles but a nice peaceful restful, dust catcher free space.
Father: Child, my I suggest you get your behind out of my confessional and start cleaning?
1 comments:
nothing like seeing it in photograph to make me realize how far it has gone! (personal experience, NOT yours I mean)
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