I’m staring at you…you’re staring at me. The first to blink is the loser…my eyes are watering…I don’t know how much longer I can hold it. *Sigh* welp that was cool while it lasted but apparently clothes don’t blink in a staring contest and no matter how long I stare at them they won’t fold themselves. *shrugs*
I’m over here feeling like Tamela Mann, “truth is I’m tiiiiedd” lol and there is so much to do. And even in my tiredness I get some type of joy in having my husband come home to a clean house even if he doesn’t see all the details. Not to mention since the last time I wrote a blog I’ve gotten a full time job, moved into a new place, and officially moved to Jacksonville (I drove back and forth the first 2 months).
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