I have been getting more and more tired of stuff. I mean actual stuff. There is always stuff on my floors, everywhere I go in my house. I'm guilty too. My room is as bad as Ali's. Well almost. Everywhere there's just stuff. It never get's solved, because even if we clean it one day, it's on the floor the next. Lately I've had an overwhelming urge just to throw everything in the garbage. I know I'd regret it later, when I need a pencil to write with, or a hairbrush, or toys to entertain my kids. But right now, from where I'm standing... I need about 17 extra large garbage bags.
I'll keep him, though.
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Maybe it's time for a garage sale, and you get to keep all the money. Maybe that will motivate the kids. Probably not but it's an idea. And definitely keep that fatty. He's getting cuter and cuter. Thanks for posting pictures.
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