Today's one of those days. I just spent ten minutes cleaning up Banana Cream Pie yogart off the kitchen rug and surrounding wood floors. I hate Banana Cream Pie.
I have a headache, and I feel like I should be doing something productive. Like folding the three loads of laundry waiting in laundry baskets. Or sorting the winter clothes from the spring clothes in my boys' closets. Or even unpacking from our weekend trip to Oklahoma.
Instead, I sit, doing nothing. That doesn't bode well for creative endeavors today. No robots or necklaces. It's just that kind of day.
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