Sometimes I purposely make messes to clean up messes

DW walked into our downstairs office a couple of weeks ago and unexpectedly found me rearranging furniture, bookshelves, and supplies. Again. "There is something seriously wrong with you," he said without a smirk, climbing over the piles of debris and around misplaced furniture, "it's like you have an illness or something." I have a plan, … Continue reading Sometimes I purposely make messes to clean up messes