Thanks, Brad, for giving me the courage to show my messes. It’s too late tonight to do the thousand photos of the many, many messes around here, but I can share with you some pictures that I’ve taken every so often of the counter by my computer. Unless Lloyd cleans it, there is always stuff there. (Lloyd had amazing cleaning powers – he sticks with it until it’s done, which is so foreign and strange to me.)
I believe Showing the Messes will be my new fallback plan when stuck for a post idea.
Prepare for a lot of fallback, people.
UPDATE ONE:
The downstairs. It really isn’t that bad because Lloyd cleaned up before Samith stopped by last week and we haven’t been home enough to mess it up. (Be patient for the next updates. I have to eat and then go upstairs to take some horrifying photos!)
UPDATE TWO:
The guest room. We don’t open this room in the winter, so everything gets thrown in here until spring. Oh, the shame. I have to go mow and then I’ll show you more.
Peggy says
First! Muaahhhh!
You have the neatest messes I’ve ever seen! They really don’t even earn the name ‘mess’. They’re barely a meh…
What goes “Ha-ha-ha . . . THUD!”
* A monster laughing his head off
Brad says
I think Lauren is avoiding showing any true messes. Aren’t you, Lauren? This is a polite mess for public consumption.
Lauren says
It’s true. We came home late last night (Lloyd had fun night) and I was too tired to take pictures. I’ll update this throughout the day and you can see how the place REALLY looks.
Charles says
Sheesh! How can you stand it? I agree with Peggy -- barely a “meh”. I’d show you a much more impressive mess at the desk here (but Deborah would not be very happy with me -- sorry Deb!)
BTW -- good joke too Peggy!
Deborah says
Dear Charles,
You are welcome to take over the millions of things I keep track of and have to figure out what to do with that make my desk such a mess. Shall I list just a few of the things? I think I shall: the life insurance that we should have switched over months ago but that I don’t know what I’m doing and have no help so it hasn’t been done; the quarterly tax payments that I take care of and if I didn’t we would be in jail; the book Macy borrowed from a friend that needs to go back but that currently Macy nor I ever see so it hasn’t been returned; the list of possible cars to buy that apparently I am in charge of deciding; the sight words for Bethany that I never go over even though I am the kindergarten teacher; stuff for the girls’ scrapbooks that haven’t made it into the books; Macy’s music stuff that is supposed to be in her music bag but that never gets there and I’m the only one that does music with her and I’m tired of telling her over and over again to put her music away; papers from council meetings which just need to be burned; a medicine spoon because I gave Beth medicine last night even though I asked someone else to do it while I was out shopping for a car by myself last evening; my school stuff (I teach kindergarten); and, finally, books that someone else had to have but never get opened.
Kristi says
Stand back! Someone’s about to be struck dead.
Do you feel better now, dear?
Lloyd says
You go girl.
Deborah says
I think I need a vacation. As long as stuff would get done while I was gone.
Jill says
I think I love you, Deborah. That. Was. Awesome.
Christina says
You, like me, need a wife! I keep suggesting it to my husband, but he says then we have to move to Utah.
Lloyd says
Interestingly enough, Deborah already lives in Utah. Problem solved.
Curt says
Watch out Charles. I was scared just reading that. Plus, you probably wouldn’t have done those things correctly anyway, right? Ha Ha.
Disclaimer: Any ill will should not be directed to the commenter. He is an idiot. He doesn’t know what he is doing.
Curt says
Just so you know that Disclaimer was directed at me.
Kristi says
I spy a pill bottle.
Lauren says
Those are for a different kind of mess. 🙂