I de-cluttered the refrigerator door.
I got tape stuck to the bottom of my foot.
The dishes are done and I solved the mystery of why my dishwasher has been leaving that white haze on the dishes. One of the kids or something must have clicked heated dry and that's a big no-no for that dishwasher. Our water is hard. Like washing your dishes with rocks.
I have an empty underbed box on top of my bed, and sort of another one rather full of useless crap off to the side, with another box on top of that one. J. was asking about a picture of something so I went looking for it, and of course as soon as I found it there were other things that needed to be done so I never put the boxes and pictures away. Ugh. I can sort of envision getting a corner of my room cleaned up and shoved back under the bed. The kitchen for sure is decluttered except for the top of the dryer, which if I could get the corner of the bedroom cleaned up, that stuff could go there. Which would mean my kitchen would be great except for the paint, brushes, canvas stuff all shoved under the table. Hmm. Why not just move to a bigger house?
I want to put my face on this soap fairy.
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