Friday, October 15, 2010


My Mom was always timing everything. If the dishes didn't get washed in ten minutes, the bomb would detonate... kaboom... the end of the world. So I started timing myself lately. It takes me 15 minutes to clean the kitchen. I hate it when that timer goes off... a flash of white and my life passes before me. I have yet to survive one of these experiments.

1 comment:

  1. Interesting. I wonder how long it takes me???

    Look at the baby cradle in the background. Happiness to that.