The Sock Round-up

Today I have spent an inordinate amount of time finally facing that laundry basket that has all the leftover stuff in it. Stuff = mismatched socks, clothes I don't know if should be tossed, doll clothes, etc. As this isn't a favorite task, as indicated by my procrastination of it, my mind went adrift asking many rhetorical questions.



Why....

• don't waffle irons have power switches?
• does my cute little baby insist on climbing on top of the dining table? Or the piano, for that matter.
• is it that when I do laundry, my 4 year-old has 15 pairs of underwear and my 7 and 10 year olds only have maybe 1?
• do I think my PC is much easier to use than Scott's mac?
• does our cat insist on sleeping in Grace's crib?
• am I so excited about seeing a flock of 20 California quail in my Utah backyard?
• doesn't it snow already? We are ready!
• does Scott drape his pants on a chair only six inches from the closet instead of hanging them?
• is Emma so cute when she looks at the rain turn to snow outside and says "the sky is all out of rain"?
• is it when I tell Sarah that I wish the laundry lady would come, she answers in a not so nice tone, "THAT'S YOU!!"?
• didn't Scott run my photo through Photoshop before posting it on our blog?

Well, there are many more but that about covers it for the moment. Here are some unrelated photos for fun....