When--IF-- your house burns down
someone goes through ALL of your belongings and records the items that are damaged
or burned
or smelly.
That someone may record it on a tiny tape recorder, a device you probably didn't know existed anymore.
And someone else--a mom with a silly tot who always smells like maple syrup maybe--
transcribes the audio into a list for the insurance company.
And she might just judge you slightly for having, say,
27 types of tea
or 14 kinds of shampoo
or 19 boxes full of "porcelain figurines" and "fragile knick-knacks."
3 dollars:
He's so pleased and sassy about his water drinking I was almost distracted- wait what? 27 types of tea and 14 kinds of shampoo!?!
wait, you're transcribing things for grandma webb's house? Not the tea or shampoo, but the 19 boxes of "fragile knick-knacks" is the clue. if it also included "16 unopened boxes from QVC" that would be the clincher.
As much as I hated the enormous piles of clutter, little things like this list remind me of her. And remind me not to succumb to my (apparently) genetic tendencies. I know it does the same for you, on a different degree of tendency. So each generation improves upon the last.
This is not really on the topic (though the topic is very nice) BUUUUUT your hair is so beautiful! And you are very beautiful! And your baby is so cute!
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