The kids' bedrooms? I can't lay claim to those...right? Well, at least that's what I'm telling myself.
One Thanksgiving, my sister started pointing and laughing when we pulled the garbage can out from under the sink to peel potatoes. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her shaking finger! Behind the garbage can, hidden under the sink, was all kinds of nastiness...probably 6 months worth! Granola bar wrappers, rotten orange peels, moldy bread crusts...and worse, much worse! I was mortified!
How could I forget to clean under the sink behind the garbage can?!?! Who does that?!?! What will people think?
All right folks, please laugh at me. I can handle it.
Here's my motto for this Thanksgiving: May you have no pee rings around the outside of the toilet (or inside for that matter), no cat tidy on the counter because the stupid animal thinks it's his perch, and NO orange peels behind the garbage can under the sink.
Alright, alright...here it is for real:
May your coffee be strong, your conversation uplifting and your turkey fully cooked.