So the other night John was at Young Men's and I was in my bedroom feeding the baby. Joshua had been with me but left. When he didn't come back I began to become a little concerned. He reappeared with flour from the tip of his head to the bottom of his feet. I went to find the mess that he had created. This is what I found, flour from one end of the kitchen to the other. This picture does not do the damage justice. There were probably 12 cups of flour spread all over the floor with little flour footprints that lead all over the house. I spent 1 1/2 hours cleaning it up; sweeping, vacumming, washing the flour and there are still remnents of flour.
2 comments:
That does not look like fun! Why does it always seem to happen when the husband is gone! Beautiful kitchen!
isn't it crazy that we live for the quiet moments but then they usually come back to bite in the behind!
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