A houseplant Those of you who actually have houseplants probably spotted right off that this is a fake. I don't have a green thumb. I don't even have a brown thumb. I have a rotting black thumb. No plant stands a chance in this house. So I have these lovely fake ones strategically scattered around to give the illusion that I am not, in fact, the Plant Angel of Death.
Something you complain about but secretly like I actually enjoy cleaning the bathroom. It's the only room in the house that doesn't get completely destroyed again within minutes. I mean, let's face it, the boys run in, pee, run out again. They don't hang around playing, spilling drinks, or drawing on the walls. Well, occasionally they do. But as a general rule, if I clean the bathroom, it looks nice for quite a while. However, I still make the boys do it. After all, I'm not the one who gets pee on the floor.
The only thing grosser than a little girl who eats her toe jam (and if you haven't seen TKW's video, you really must) is a little boy who is so fascinated by it that he insists on watching it no less than 50 times.
So, that's SPF, the hijacked edition! Did you play?