Earlier today, I went into our bedroom to make the bed, which I must do every morning or I feel like a slattern and a great shame to my mother/an offense to her parenting/etc.
This is what greeted me:
So if you see my mother out and about today, you can assure her that my bed remains unmade *not* because my goal in life is to shame her, but because the bed was otherwise occupied.
I mean, who could move them? They look so cute!
Happy Friday to all! Hope you have a great weekend!
(And yes, sharp-eyed readers, that's a stack of Presents on my bedside table: The Dark Hearted Desert Men series, which I just started. Hooray!)