I toot my horn a lot. I guess I need constant reassurance. But today I needed to show you what the next project is and why it needs immediate attention:
Pretty bad, right? Well what anyone knows who has visited my home, EVER, is that I almost always have a pile of clothes on top of the futon in my room. I have tried to talk Harold into selling the futon because we could get about $100 off of it, and that would help us get our van fixed, but he insists we have a seating area in our room. As you can see, we never have a seating area in our room, it is always overloaded with clothes that need folding.
And if you look real close at the first picture you will see a small, orange lump at the top of the pile. Who could it be?
Yep, Tiger the cat. I can already hear the groans from the non-pet lovers out there. How SICK that they have an animal on their clean clothes. Seriously? Who cares. It isn't like there are 10 of them and it isn't like he gets hair all over all of our clothes, just a couple of items. And he looks pretty cute lying up there. So phooey on you-ey and you know who you are! Besides, Tiger needs his sleep. He stays out all night long playing with other cute cat friends (who he sometimes brings home and they try to sneak in) and during the day he has to rest up for his next adventure.
I won't be getting to this pile today, unless I find some serious motivation between now and 4:30 when I have to leave for our final foster care class. I guess I have a few hours, maybe I could get on it. And then I will have a place to sit in my room other than the bed, at least for a day or so until more clean clothes arrive from the Laundry Region of Nichols Country.