You're setting a bad example for the kids. Leaving all your toys on the floor like that.
I'm talking to you too clothes chute! Mocking me with your open doors^.
A constant reminder that you're full to the brim.
Oh, don't you talk back to me by falling on the floor as I walk by.
I hear you laughing, but it wasn't funny.
That's not nice at all. It will only end you up in a time-out with all the other dirty clothes.
And believe me nobody wants to be in there (unless you're a little boy looking for your rocking chair).
It's scary. That's where the spiders live. I don't even want to be in there.
Now, back to you playroom.
Do you really think you are helping us out here?
I mean, all I did was have two straight play-dates at our house and then sewed 3 baby ribbon blankets, 2 crayon rolls and wrote 2.5 tutorials (yep, another one's coming).
I wasn't gone that long.
It's not like I was eating bon bons ya know.
I was crafting with 3 sweet little girls, feeding my family and making others happy.
And this is how you repay me?
Is that really fair?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
Now you're talking.
That's a nice touch. I love it!
Thank you, playroom.
Just don't make me have to talk to you about this again.
Stay tuned for a playroom make-over. Another room in the house that never really got finished. And I'll be doing it on the cheap. Any tips on how to convince the Boss to let me paint his desk?
I've got great things in store for it.