This morning I woke with my stomach a little queezy still, but able to function. And in my absence, I discovered that a nuclear devastation had ripped through every corner of my home. Yes, surely it was either nuclear devastation or the remaining 7 members of the Crazy 8 decided to decline any personal responsibility for their messes. Honestly, there wasn't a square inch of our home that hadn't been devastated.
The carnage... it had to be dealt.
I decided to attack the kitchen island first.
Exhibit 1-Spelling list #14 (Surely this is somersetting I should have been working on!)
Exhibit 2- a cup of partially eaten trail mix with all the m&ms picked out.
20 minutes later...
Now on to the remainder of the