Since I love words so much this could be a blessing or a curse. Certainly a far cry from My Sophomore English Teacher, who used to make us write TWENTY WORD SENTENCES!
Here goes nothing…
Laundry, laundry, laundry, laundry, laundry, laundry.
OK, not really. Although sometimes I feel like my life consists of laundry. And dishes.
Laundry, dishes, laundry, dishes, laundry, dishes.
Sleep, Work, Home, Sleep, Work, Home.
Literally. That’s my life lately folks. In a bit of a rut here. Hoping to be more creative next Saturday.
When I don’t have to work.