Here Comes The Sun

I found the wire cutters, finally - apparently the length of time it takes to find something is inversely proportionate to how little time it took to toss it in a random box while packing. Of course, after two days of looking for the damn things, I was informed that Kyle (who always saves the day) put a pair of wire cutters in our housewarming gift, and I just hadn't noticed them. Well, there ya go.

So the clothesline is installed and I have been happily doing laundry (crazy, I know) all weekend. I am inordinately proud of the silly thing, and feel all virtuous and thrifty every time I pull out the clothespins and head outside.

I laid with my daughter reading bedtime stories on a sweet smelling pillowcase that had dried in the sun, and it may have confused her just a little when I kept insisting it smelled better than the other pillows. She kept giving me that look, the one she gets when she feels she is being the sane one in the situation. On the other hand, she actually clapped her hands and hopped up and down when it was time to help with laundry this afternoon and was sorely disappointed that there was only one load to hang on the line, so the crazy is pretty well established as genetic fact. Sorry kiddo, one day you too will regale your friends with stories about your laundry adventures. Luckily, if they are anything like mine, they won't mind.