|The shoes on the table really add a certain touch.|
At our house, sharing is a concept we refuse to embrace. Especially when it comes to half-eaten bowls of microwavable popcorn, because that is serious business right there.
At our house, we hide chocolate chips in really weird locations because some people absolutely cannot keep their grubby fingers out of the chocolate chips that are meant to be used for baking.
At our house, we eat breakfast in the office. And it's weird breakfast, too, because mom is on a weird breakfast diet kick.
At our house, we leave half-eaten waffles on the dining room table because we sleep through our alarm and only get up 10 minutes before the bus comes.
At our house, we cover Medjool dates in chocolate and call it dessert.
|So I got lazy and just spread the dates in the pan, then covered it with the chocolate. Then tried to cut it. Not pretty, but tasty indeed.|
At our house, we mix peanut butter with honey, add in some flax and chocolate chips, and call that dessert, too.
(At our house, I still look at the word "balls" and giggle to myself because I am thirteen years old.)
At our house, we keep 6 foot tall ceiling fans, blades propped up on boxes, in the living room. The stroller adds a certain j'ne sais pas. (For Sale, by the way.)
"...But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."