The other day the bucket that is sitting on top of my dryer was overflowing…
…with pocket change and assorted laundry junk.
Secretly I collect, in that bucket, all that I find in pockets before the pants go into the washer. This is the accumulation of a year’s worth of emptied pockets.
It’s not my stuff and not Mike’s stuff either. This junk belongs to the boys.
There are the heads of LEGO men and other assorted LEGOS, bottle caps, golf balls and golf t’s, marbles, razors, chewed up No.2 pencils, bobbers and thread, tool handles, chewing gum, batteries, Petoskey stones, belt buckles and lots and lots of money.
Of course you can imagine that I consider the change to be mine –
It’s the change from all those times when they needed a quick buck to buy this or that. It’s the change that was never returned to me. It was collected in the bucket.
Mike sorting out MY change, muahahahaaa
Thank heavens there was never a dead mouse in any of the pockets, like someone told me there would be some day.
Forget the fake stuff. No matter how much money you spend at any given store for aroma, you can’t get it right unless you actually bake that apple pie, wash that white laundry or have those flowers in the house. You must walk through the meadows and along the shorelines to smell the meadow-y or the beach-y smell we all love. Anything else is a waste of money. I can’t wait to drive through the cherry orchards, the apple orchards, through the woods to get my very own aromatherapy.
Go outside people and enjoy what you have. And if you live where there’s nothing good to smell,
come up here to Benzie County and stay with me at the Wayfarer.
But don’t come into my kitchen because my nose just discovered a rotten lemon, blech!
Subliminal message? 😆
Smell the beach
smell the water
smell the trees
And here are some guests sitting down, smelling the proverbial roses,
enjoying some vino and cheese.
That’s how you relax!
I took a first look inside the cottages today and I must say, I am getting excited about having people come and stay next week.
Ok, let me say this right off the bat – I am not posting this for “ooohhhs and ahhhhhs” . All I have to show for yesterday is playing with cookies. Nothing else got done, except maybe the 3 loads of laundry that I did intermittently.
I am posting this because Mike said I had to do it.
Let us look at it as something like a confession, heehee –
All I get done all day is making cookies
So please do not feel like you have to comment on this particular post. You should, however, always comment on the other posts
This last one is Mike’s favorite…