Friday, January 21, 2011
It's Eve's Fault
The part I hate is sorting. Teenage boys are stinkin' pigs!! Oh the smells that come out of their hampers. I don't want to touch those clothes. I don't want those clothes touching either my flesh or my clothes. YUCK!! However, I don't have the money to hire someone else to do the job. So, I pray that God prepares for each of my boys a beautiful and loving wife. A woman made expressly for them.
In the mean time, I am encouraged by my work room, the abundance of light and the breadth of the view, and the lovely large table that my long-arm machine rests on. It is perfectly constructed to hold my laundry baskets while I sort. I no longer pass out with my head in the depths of a hamper. The stench is dissipated by the overhead fan....and a large bottle of Febreze.
All is well in my little quilty world.