Thursday, August 7, 2008


When you think about your house, what comes to mind as one of the

smelliest...

stinkiest...

grossest...

dirtiest places that you don't even like to have to go near?

In my home, that would be my 12 year old son's dirty laundry basket. Ugh!

Apparently we all don't feel that same way-(or one of us doesn't have a sense of smell anymore) that's exactly where Oreo had a long afternoon (into evening) nap the other day all curled and nestled in with his nose knee-deep in adolescent sweat. (Note the look of disgust because we're disturbing his nap).

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