I would like to inform my well-meaning, pack rat husband that we do not need 23 cool whip/butter container lids. Yes, twenty-three. And only 3 bowls to match those lids. In the interest of de-cluttering for our move to Texas (and my own sanity), they are all residing in my trash can.
Brian found Camden in the shower with his swimming goggles on last night. I guess that's one way to get around getting-the-water-in-your-face phobia.
In an effort to become Martha Stewart, I baked homemade banana chocolate chip muffins last night to eat now and a few to freeze for later. I won't mention that this might be the first time I've ever attempted homemade muffins. Or that it's definitely the first time I've bought whole wheat flour to use in said muffins. And I definitely won't mention that I've never made cupcakes in my life. My mother's disappointment in me is now complete.
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