Another week coming to a close.
Our ten year old looked at this week's calendar and asked, all confused, "you're having a funeral for cheese spuds?"
I think she thought it was some type of dieting milestone. (I brought cheese potatoes to a funeral is the reality) (and in reality, I would never give up cheese spuds) (wether Americans need to clean up their diet or not)
Just another average week
I write the must-do's in red, the dishes schedule in black, the hope to do's in blue and the extra happenings in green. Allan likes to put artwork in the rare blank box.
On Sunday I erase it all and enjoy the emptiness for a few hours, and Sunday night I sit down and fill it all right back up again.
It's getting to the point where I need bigger squares or two boards.
We're never bored.