Smelling Hay, Shedding Hose, Crushing Ice


I walked into the house this afternoon after a long day. In his typical OCD way, Chris had scrubbed the counters and folded 9 kitchen towels... all in the exact same pattern. He had also rearranged the family room furniture. The man is so busy that he literally snoozes in 1 minute increments. Yet, on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, he spends hours rearranging furniture and folding kitchen towels. I shake it off only to see Hadley bolting down the stairs. She is dressed in pink sweat shorts, a blue sequined shirt and my black patent leather boots. This seems completely and utterly normal … [Read more...]