Since we returned home in January, I've been on a crusade to get our house in order and keep it that way, at least a little bit. In early February, I finally made it to our bedroom. After organizing the closet and dressers, here's what I swept up from our floor: underwear, flipflops, dust bunnies gone wild, pictures, cups, trash, trash, and more trash.
Who's in charge around here anyway?
I think it's the same lady who sometimes hides a basket of clean laundry in the shower when company is coming.