
Somewhere under there is my bed. I should probably find it before bedtime.
Once just a girl and her shoes. Now a girl and her family, dogs, books, photos, friends and shoes.

Somewhere under there is my bed. I should probably find it before bedtime.
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“There’s something alive in here…”
“… yeah, but secreted from what?”
Nice… cleaning… ‘system’.
I need something bigger than just air quotes to surround the word ‘system’… like… I dunno… a barricade.
Clever, since, of course, it forces you to clean off the bed before you can go to sleep. Unless, of course, you just stack it all up on the floor instead.
I am not, mind you, speaking from experience here or anything …
That’s it exactly, Dave! I mean, not the dumping stuff on the floor. The having to clean off the bed part. And it totally worked. All my counters and desktops are bare and organized, I dusted a bunch of knickknacks, hung up a few pictures and stuff, and found places to put other things away.
Doyce is just jealous of my efficient system.
I’ve been known to offload the clean laundry onto the bed for just that reason. ‘Cause it’s not like I’m going to dump the laundry on the floor, so I know that, sooner or later (often later-that-night) I’ll get it put away.
Man’s gotta know his limitations.