Monday, August 21, 2017

Thirty weeks vs. the marble

"Speaking of marbles," I said. "I think there is a marble on the bathroom floor. I just haven't bothered to bend over and investigate the matter..."

"Oh, there is!" Rachel agreed, running to retrieve it.

It's been tucked away in the corner of the bathroom the whole time we've lived here (three weeks now; I'm fairly sure the marble pre-dates our arrival) and no one has bothered to pick it up. Apparently the kids were all aware that there was a marble but none of them could be bothered to bend over to pick it up, either.

In my defence, I'm thirty weeks pregnant.

What's your excuse, everybody else?

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