I just finished cleaning my kitchen. Consequently, I have a great feeling about tomorrow. What is the deal about women and having a clean kitchen?!
Alas, Hubby is down to his emergency underwear, and if I don’t get busy washing some clothes, he won’t feel great about tomorrow.
Here are a couple of Crapsey cinquains I jotted down in honor of my laundry:
in persistent silence,
challenging Everest for weary
Her silent foe
Towering her small frame,
Divides, conquers, with patience, folds