Fashionistas R Us

Home all day today. Not going out anywhere. Need to do laundry.

Result? Purple hemp sweater, brown plaid skirt, red knee socks.



My fashion skill, let me show you it.

Should probably change before Chris comes home.

Thank god my kids have a sense of humour, is all I have to say.

Well, no, of course that's not all I have to say. ::sigh::

Daniel is highly intelligent, but often seems allergic to common sense. For some reason it's come up fairly frequently in the last week or so. Today's bout of Duh began when I asked him to clean the table so we could start our workday.

Me: (stopping him on his way out the kitchen) A napkin? Daniel. You're using a cloth napkin to clean the table?
Daniel: Well there weren't any clean dishrags!
Me: (eye the kitchen sink - with about ten dishrags in it - meaningfully)
Daniel: They're all dirty!
Me: So clean them!
Daniel: But I don't know how to clean them!
Me: (close eyes, strain for patience) Daniel. You seriously could not figure out how to clean a dishrag?
Daniel: You've never taught me!
Me: Daniel. Is it impossible for you to figure it out? Can you not somehow piece together that you're supposed to break an egg over it, grind it in, take it out to the composter and drop it in, fish it out again, bring it back inside, scrub the floor with it and then whack it against the wall? God, Daniel how hard is it for you to figure that out?!
Daniel and Justin: (gape at me)
Daniel: (slowly...) But... that's insane!
Justin: (gets it and starts to crack up)
Me: Or, OK, fine, if you want to do it the easy way, you could just run it under the tap and wring it out instead!
Daniel: (falls over laughing)(rinses the dishcloths and wipes the table)