I have no clue what exactly "waiver day" is. Our school seems to be the only one around with a day off. Like all good things though, I won't question...I'll just enjoy.
My kitchen smells like oatmeal and brown sugar, mixed with nail polish and remover. There's some serious make-over business happening. (I should get in line.)
Boys are busy with cardboard boxes in the family room thanks to a delivery of light fixtures.
First set of sheets on the line, and they haven't blown across the neighborhood...yet.
It looks to be shaping into a beautiful day.
